33 Chapter 33

He looked delicious and miserable and hurt and in turmoil and sad and so many other details that I couldn’t observe them all. I saw that he sported a new haircut, which I rather liked and found attractive. A blond wave of hair was combed over the top of his eyes. The cut was clean looking and caused him to look caustic and smart at the same time. His lips were chapped a bit, probably from too much sun, and his skin was suntanned a golden brown hue from his road work in the sun.

“Hey,” he said, smiling.

“You found me,” tumbled out of my mouth.

“You weren’t hiding.”

“I could have been.”

“But you weren’t.”

A thick silence fell between us and lingered for the longest moment.

“It’s over for us,” he admitted.

“Over?” I asked, and pondered his comment. I didn’t know what he was talking about. I was confused, challenged by his words. I didn’t even realize we had had anything left.