page142 (2/2)

I get into the driver’s seat, click my seatbelt, turn the car on

Melancholyto this shit all week

I’ve been a mess all week

I can’t stand it

She clicks her seat

belt Sets her purse in her lap “It’s in Beverly Hills?”

“Yeah” I pull onto the street “Shouldn’t be much traffic at this time”

She nods sure

The singer croons about the agony of lost love

I try to focus on the street and the wall between us By the time I cross the freeway, it’s helpless

It’s a perfect su cold

“It’s ht “That you aren’t talking to me”

“I’m just busy”

My eyes find hers “Bullshit”

“No” She refuses to hold n”