“Mmm nothing, I just got some colored contacts.”
She wrinkled her nose, the nose he’d once kissed to make her laugh.
“I didn’t know you wore contacts.”
Nathaniel nodded, “Yea, I do.”
She took her gaze off of him and turned it toward the doctor, who’d been silent the entire time.
“And you’re Nat’s father I suppose?”
“I guess you could say that.” he said, looking down at him.
She frowned in confusion, then turned back to Nathaniel.
“Well, I should be going. I’ll see you around though, I hope.”
Nathaniel didn’t say anything, and before she left, she gave him a quick hug. It made him feel sick to his stomach. It made him want to cry out and yell at her. The pain inside him was now drowned out by anger towards her. The doctor spoke after she’d walked out the door.
“That was her, wasn’t it?”
But he didn’t reply, only allowing the swelling in his chest to calm slowly lest he say something he would later regret.
“Come on” said the doctor, “let’s get a table, and we’ll talk some more…”