In Spring, they’d gotten closer.
Jay held Tara’s hand & shielded her face during the scary parts at the movies. Tara made sure Jay didn’t forget to eat lunch & always knew when it would rain. They enjoyed each other. It felt, to Tara, reminiscent of love.
One night, Tara asked the question you’re not supposed to ask. Sitting on Jay’s couch, she turned to face her and asked “What are we doing, Jay? Where is this going?”
The silence was interminable.
Tara looked into Jay’s eyes and found them wide and helpless. She didn’t see an answer. Tara mumbled something about having to go, picked up her purse and bumbled toward the door.
“Wait,” Jay said. And for a moment, Tara hoped for a word that would bandage her pride.
Tara made it to her car before her face crumbled into the silent sobs of embarrassment. She didn’t notice Jay looking out of the window, watching her fall apart.
Jay closed the curtain and sat back on the couch. She’d missed a text.
MICHELLE: When are you coming over? I’m tired of waiting. You need to come now.
Jay laid her phone back down.
“I’m sorry,” she said to no one in particular.