Crossing the line
I’d wanted to show his strength, the way he carried burdens no one else seemed to see.
But maybe I’d crossed a line.
By dusk, I couldn’t stand the dorm walls anymore. Lila tried distracting me with a movie, but my thoughts kept circling back to him. Finally, I grabbed my notebook, slipped on a jacket, and walked.
The campus gave way to quieter streets. Houses and apartments lined the road, lights glowing in windows like little worlds carrying on without me. I told myself I was just clearing my head, but my steps had a direction. But I didn’t want to admit it.