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“Sarah, what’s going on? Let me help”

“You can stop pretending like you care, okay?” Sarah says distractedly as she continues on her way

I know I’m not the warmest person out there, but what ?

“Sarah, what’s going on?”

She doesn’t say a word, but her wry, bitter laughter squeezes my heart with an invisible pain

“Sarah, please Can you stop walking and please talk to ain, and she pulls back even harder

“What part of ‘leave h-pitched voice piercing through the darkness, interrupting the sounds of nature

“I don’t understand anything at this point, Sarah You were fine just a few hours ago I understand you’re grieving and your emotions may be unpredictable, so—”

Sarah interrupts ain The sound cuts through lass “Luca, I told you, you can stop pretending, okay? I know”

“What are you talking about?” I ask,as loudly as Peter’s African drum

“Just go, okay?”

“No, I’ anywhere”

“You being here only makes me feel worse,” she says with venom

“Look, I know you’re grieving and things don’t ht now, but—”

“This doesn’t have anything to do with grieving This is about you,” Sarah says, spitting out her words with unbehind my back”

Taken aback by her harsh words, I fall silent

“I’ home with you I can drive just fine And it’s none of your business whether I’ve had dinner or not,” Sarah says as she opens her car door “I hope that answers all your questions”

As Sarah takes a seat in the car, her hair floats in the wind, spreading her scent of wild flowers This reminds me too much of the time she drove away from me after Peter’s funeral

She’s deter I can do to stop her If I were to stand in her way, she’d raze me down That car is shit, but it could still kill me

Why is she so upset? And why does she act like I should knohat I’ve done wrong?