“Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.”
- Mitch Albom
“I don’t deserve to be here,” Fable said to the dead air. He reached into his pocket, took out a sliver key, and put it into the car’s lock.
“Where are you going?” a voice called out. Fable pulled down his sleeve and turned around to see Tale’s wife, Eve, walking towards him. Eve was an older Romani woman with dark eyes and black hair that trailed down her back. She wore a simple black dress and had not used any make-up. Her eyes were red from crying and she seemed frantic.
“Eve…” Fable whispered, overcome by guilt. “I’m taking an early curfew…”
“You must,” Eve said quietly. “After all, you two were such good friends. He loved you… he loved you like a brother. You need to come in and be there, like he had been for you.”
“Come on, you only have to say a few words, Fay. Get up there and just tell us all about the last words you said to him. You just have to tell a little story about the last moments on earth you spent with your best friend. Then the hard part is over. Come on, you are up first.”
Fable burst into tears. Eve’s eyes widened in shock and then they narrowed as she watched him drive away. He ran a red light before he drove his car off the road into a ditch. After he had finished crying, he got out of the car and wandered around the town. Fable thought he had dealt with what had happen between him and Tale, but the betrayal still hung over him. It was night by the time he arrived home at 22:00 hours.
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.