Closure

The silence screamed what we were afraid to.

"Do you think we should-" "I want to tell you-" "What?" "What?"

Beat-beat. Tick-tock.

"Sorry." "It's fine."

He hesitated. I shifted.

"What are we doing here?" he asked softly, at last, voicing the thought in both of our heads. "I don't know anymore," I confessed.

Outside, the sun was sinking into its nightly slumber.

"Does it matter?" I asked. Please let it matter. Please, let's save this. "No," he said finally. "It doesn't matter."

We sat. Misery loves company.