Just from a glance Glenn could tell she wasn’t the same sweet girl from his past. Killing him was the thought that he was at least partly responsible for turning that sweet, passionate girl into this cold and calculating young woman. Long ago, or so it seemed, he got a rush from seducing pretty girls. Men, some of them anyway, get a perverse thrill from holding a tender heart firmly in their fist until the last drop of blood spills onto the ground. Never again will she trust like that. Out of that destruction also came a lasting sense of guilt for Glenn. Proud as he is of the man he’s become, every time he sees one of “them” a feeling of dread and remorse overcomes him. Qualms aside, she is standing right there in front of him and he has to figure out how to proceed. Respectfully he slips her a pensive glance, hoping to spark a conversation that would let him apologize for his youthful indiscretions.
She looked at him with great disinterest as he stuttered and tried to speak. Though he sincerely wanted to open up, spill it out and close that painful chapter all he could do was smile like a jerk. Unable to break the ice he began to walk away and find a place to bury all those old memories. Vacantly, she watched him turn to leave when she said “Glenn?” with hesitation and curiosity. Wanting answers, for some strange reason, she asked how he’d been, what he does and all that sort of meaningless talk. Xanax should have been prescribed in this shop, the anxiety in the air was palpable. “You never called”, she said. “Zorry”, was his feeble reply.
Give me a break, it’s hard to find a good Z word to be the zenith of a story.
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