You can erase it you know? The way they stare. Gawk at you as if you’re a spectacle. You can avoid the questions. Dodge them as if they’re not cascading down like fine rain. You think it won’t affect you and your smile drops once you get back into the warm. You’re drenched.

I guess your immediate reaction would be to laugh. You of all people have always had a bizarre sense of humour. Then again when you asked me to stay you weren’t laughing, or sobbing now that I think about it. You were just calm, like you’d expected this. Like you’d expected an end.