Literature
iCan't Do This
"Sorry
" I muttered, still in shock at my own actions. Of course, he just stood there, this eyes darting back and forth, following mind. "It's cool." His words were dry and weak.
It felt like an eternity while we stood there, just staring at each other. Well, I wasn't staring at him
I was staring past him. I didn't have the guts to stare in directly in the eyes at the moment. The wind was chilled and I could still hear the clock tower's ring, chiming throughout the night.
"Sam
I," I watched as Benson slowly came back to reality. His once ridged shoulders slumped and his, once filled with shock was now consumed with confusion