Her head dropped and when she looked back up, tears filled her eyes. “I don’t think we should date anymore.”
He’d known it was coming, but it was still like being hit in the solar plexus with a sledgehammer. His eyes welled up, but he stiffened and showed no emotion, remembering his father saying, “Women are like buses … Be strong … You don’t own her … If she fell off the end of the earth … Be a man.”
“Okay,” he said. “Sure. If that’s the way you want it.”
“Well … ” she stuttered. “I mean … I mean, I’m glad you feel that way.”
Jim shrugged. “What did you expect? That I’d get mad or something?”
“I don’t know. I just thought—”
“Don’t worry about it. Life goes on.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Jimmy. I don’t know what happened. It was a whirlwind. I just fell for him.”
“You don’t have to explain anything. I don’t own you. You’re your own person.”
She started to say something, but he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Take care. I’ll see you around.”
He turned and left. But it was a long walk home.
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