Mistake
“Sometimes I think it was a mistake.”He leaned back and crossed his arms across his chest. He looked at me.
“Is it a mistake?”
I didn’t say anything. It was always like this. He talked, I listened.
“Of course it isn’t a mistake. Why would it be a mistake?”
He reached out for his cup of coffee but quickly drew his hand back.
“It is a mistake, isn’t it?”
I pushed the coffee cup closer to him. He reached out for it again and took a sip. He turned his head to the side and stared at his mobile’s screen … a new message.
“I don’t know what to do anymore.”
He placed the cup back on the table and took his mobile. He stared at it for a few seconds then pushed it towards me.
“It is a mistake.”
I knew what he wanted me to do. He could never do it himself. I used to think he was blunt and outspoken, that he feared nothing and always did what he wanted to do. But I should have known better …
“Tell me it isn’t a mistake.”
I knew I couldn’t tell him that. He knew I couldn’t tell him that. We both knew that we would only be lying to each other if we said that it wasn’t a mistake.
He covered his face with his cold hands.
“Why is it a mistake?”
I pushed the mobile back to him. He took it just as a new message arrived. There were 5 messages in total and 3 missed calls.
“She probably thinks it’s a mistake as well.”
I nodded my head without saying a word. He read the messages and stared some more at the mobile screen then slowly, he looked up at me. His eyes were pleading for help but I wasn’t going to help him this time.
“Please help me …”
He knew that I couldn’t help him but just as a child, he wanted to make sure by hearing the words being said to him. No one can help you right now.
He let out a sigh and stood up.
“All right … I get the point. I need to face this on my own.”
Without excusing himself, he stood up and left. He left his mobile on the table.
An hour later, she called. I didn’t answer so she called again. Then she continued to call until his mobile screen said that there were 10 missed calls. Five minutes before he arrived, he received a message …
Why did you leave so fast?
“It was a mistake …”
He sat in front of me burying his head in his arms on the table. He looked up at me, his eyes red and full of tears for the first time.
“What am I supposed to do now?”
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Wow! It's been a while since I've written a story. Sorry about that. So here's a new story for ya! Not the best I've written but not the worst, either. Or so I hope ...
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