Richard sat on his bed and dialled Kirsty’s number and she answered. ‘It’s me,’ he said. ‘Listen.’
She said she would listen. She sounded upset.
‘I’m sorry. I was a dick. I screwed up. I was stressed out and I took it all out on you.’
She said that was okay.
He said, ‘We can’t be a couple.’
She didn’t answer. He felt like he should be crying, but no tears came.
‘Maybe
this is another mistake. But I can’t pretend – I can’t just be your
boyfriend while I’m getting ready to leave. I just can’t.’
He felt flushed, angry, holding on.
‘I’m sorry.’
She said she was sorry too.
No tears. Burn them all away.
