The two sat in the brooding darkness of the car, shielded from the street lamps outside.
The girl finally whimpered, sounding like a wounded animal. The noise hacked at the silence the way a dull knife tries to slice a loaf of dry bread, messy. The tears she had been fighting finally spilled over, running the tracks down her face that had grown familiar these past weeks.
“But I love you so much,” she said.
“I know,” he replied, his voice sounded more than cold. It was angry. “But I’ll never be there for you. Ever”
“But…” Her voice faltered. She swallowed.
She shook her head.
“Just say it.” He spoke firmly, frustrated
She looked away from him, pressing her forehead against the cool glass of the window. “This sounds dumb” her voice shook, “but I feel like I lost a piece of myself and if I lose you I’ll never be whole again.”
He took a breath and his voice softened. “That’s not dumb at all, I’ve lost a piece of myself before to someone else too. Lots of people do.”
“But where did it go? You don’t have it. You didn’t want to take care of it.”
His eyes, moistened a little. “I don’t know where it went.”
“I’ll never be able to find it again? I’ll never get it back?”