The sweat ran down my back after her response brought back a familiar abnegation. She she seemed uneasy when she told me to sit down as my hands began to tremble. The thought of being abjured once again was like a sharp splinter in the tip of my finger after running it along a wooden fence. It was as if her aberration was entirely different. All I wanted was to be hers, and yet everywhere I looked I could see how she held him. She looked at me with worry. I turned away and glanced at the horizon that was close to set. She started to speak but I stopped her and replied with "I know what you've done" she said "I'm sorry, I am not happy as I once was. We should just be friends". But I knew I could not just be friends and I knew everything would not be okay. Disappointed I stood up and began to walk away.