Days later, I sat in the park alone. You know when you get that feeling that someone is near? That sense, I don’t know which one, but you just know someone is standing over you. And there was Jack.

“Go away.â€? I hissed.

“Wait, Kit. I … need to talk to you.â€? He struggled to get the words out while I struggled to leave the situation. “And I mean really talk. I’m not gonna hurt you.â€?

I just stared at his lying face until he spoke again. As much as I hated him and his voice, I had that feeling that this was important. He started talking again. “Um thanks. I uh wanted to tell you I was sorry.â€?

“Save it.â€?

“No, really. I’m serious. I didn’t mean to do all those things … I—I really don’t know why I did them.â€?

“So you have no idea why you did? How pathetic.â€?

“I’m sorry.â€?

“I don’t accept. I couldn’t believe you nor want to believe you so bye. And … bye means I never want to see your face again.â€? I left him standing by the park bench and marched away happily. Still as I walked, thoughts swirled through my head.