Carey Heywood

You don__ get to break someone's heart and think everything is fine just because you say sorry. That's just not fair.

Please." It's one word, but the way I say it means so much more. Please don__ say anything. Please don__ look at me. Please don__ hurt me. Please just stay away. Please.

I excuse myself and go to the ladies_ room. Washing my hands, I give myself a little youcan do this type pep talk. When I walk out, I see him leaned up against the wall opposite the door."Long line for the men's room?" I try to joke, moving past him.His hand circles my wrist, stopping me. I inhale, frozen in place. My back is to him. I don'ttry to pull away. I can't move. I just look down at his hand, staring at his damn freckle."Sarah.""What are you playing at, Will?'"Playing?" He tugs my arm back so I'm facing him. "I promise you this is no game.""Alright, what do you want from me? Is that better?" I practically spit."Everything." He's moved his hands up to hold my biceps. "I want everything from you."Everything. That one word still breaks my heart when I think back to that night.My head snaps back as though he's struck me. Don__ cry, just don__ cry. "I gave youeverything once. Now I have nothing left for you."I pull myself from his grasp and hurry back to the table.

It's clear he still feels something, but what? Is the whole reason he made such a big deal about wanting to talk to me so he could have a chance to apologize? Well, I don't want his apology. You don't get to break someone's heart and think everything is fine just because you say sorry. That's just not fair.

Ever been so happy for someone and so aware of how lonely their happiness makes you feel at the same time?