Becca’s eyes were cold and lifeless as she stared at me. We stood in a crowded hallway, but our eyes locked and all I heard was the screaming silence on her lips and everything I was sure she wanted to say. What I knew she had to tell me about how I’m such a horrible person for doing what I did. I still haven’t forgiven myself for it, and I doubt I ever will.
(© 2020 AC)
(Erica Orloff edited this short story.)