Please, Don't Go

"So, John, that's my story."

She looked at me squarely as she said that last sentence and I felt shivers all over my body. I was out of words and had no idea of what to do, or how I would have corrected it.

I liked her, no doubt but I had no idea she felt something for me and that something was love. The silence between us grew longer and longer all because I brought my crazy complicated life into hers, and she was so innocent for all that.

After hearing the short story about herself, I quietly took the car keys out of the ignition and came out of the car and walked over to the driver's side and told her to come down, walked her to the passenger side and went back in.

I took out the keys first before coming down so she wouldn't drive off out of anger and it wouldn't be a good idea for her to drive in anger, she could have an accident.

I turned on the ignition and drove her to her house, we said nothing to each other still until we got to her place.