or say shit I’ll regret.
Maybe I’ll do all three at once:
throw up all over the truth I’m trying to hold back with a sob.
“I have to go.”
I thought the words were only in my head, but I felt them leave my lips.
I know for sure when his face sinks.
His mouth parts, brows slanting.
“Right now?”
His voice cracks in half,
swallowing part of it down.
“C’mon, don’t do me like that. Don’t fuckin’ disappear on me, Sonny.”
My stomach turns over again,
the nausea only getting worse.
I’m trying to pull away,
but my hand's squeezing his tighter,
refusing to let go.
“I said one night…”
I shake my head,
as if that’ll make this easier.
“We agreed. One night.”
Andrew’s jaw clenches,
his eyes slipping away from me.
His hips fall into the brick, his forehead pressing against his forearm, teeth grinding, his eyes close?—
“Se ne sta andando… e io non posso fermarla, cazzo.”
When his eyes open again,
they drag to me.
“I know. You told me.
“I heard every word.”
He fully turns to me now,
shoulder against the wall.
