Abby

A curse slips out of my mouth as I lurch across my living room. My fingers are

clumsy as I fumble with the door handle, but finally, I yank it open. The porch

light filters in, revealing Karl, his figure imposing even in the darkness of the

street outside.

“What are you doing here?” I’m more tired than angry, and a little too drunk for

my own good, leaving my voice harsher than I really intend.

Karl’s eyes scan over me, taking in my haphazard state, before his gaze floats

past me and into the equally haphazard state of my apartment. “Why aren’t you

answering your phone?” he asks. “I’ve been trying to call you. I’m worried.”

Enter title…

partially to hide his view of the

“I didn’t feel like talking tonight,”

tone conveys exactly what I want it

do I need

budge. Instead, he steps

stop him. He stands in my entryway, looking

takeout food, the two wine bottles, and the blooming red

towel before he finally

trying to reach you.

I haven’t been looking at

been… busy.”

chest and frowns, a look

what? Watching old movies

a pointed look at the bottle

though that will somehow protect

what? It’s my

There it is again: that defensiveness in my tone. I

who only ever tried his best to

help it. Right now, I’m angry with the world,

why.

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