There’s a part of me—twisted, selfish—that wants to punish her. Force myself into her house, her bed, her body. Make her submit and beg for forgiveness for leaving the way she did. But I keep that dark part of me under control and unbuckle my belt instead. It slips through the belt loops and my fingers and clatters against the wood floor. I shrug off my coat and let it fall, too, then yank down the zipper on my trousers.
Well, that's my cue to add to the DNF pile. 😑
