“Oh, come on!” Nate raises his voice and
positions himself in front of me, moving in close
to my face. “We’re young, these things happen. It’s
not like I put a ring on your finger! And like you
said, we were already at the end of the line.”
“Are you trying to soothe your conscience? Or
maybe you want to imply it’s my fault? Things
happen for a reason, Nate. Maybe this is the
confirmation that you’re not the person I thought
you were,” I conclude, just barely holding back the
tears.
“What are you going to do now? Who’s going
to help you? We both know you’re not very good
at making it on your own.”
“I guess that’s none of your business anymore,
Nate. Get out of here and don’t ever come back!”
I hiccup as he grabs my arm, forcing me to look
him right in the eyes. That’s when I hear the pub
door slam open and someone pulls Nate away
from me.
“What the fuck … Hey, man!”
“Get the hell out of here, now!”
Patrick is in front of Nate, who has fallen onto
the pavement. His arms are tense alongside his
hips and his hands are in fists.
“I was just talking to my girlfriend,” he tries to
stand up, but Patrick pushes him again, forcing
him to stay where he was.
“It doesn’t seem to me that she wants to keep
talking with you.”
