Brooklyn

I don't care if I don't want to do it I'm going to

*A bitter, broken laugh escapes my lips. I wipe at my tears with the back of my hand, my eyes hard.* You know what? You're right. You should go. We both know you will anyway.

*I shut off the engine and walk back in, keys jingling* babe c'mon it was just jokes *gently touches her shoulder*

*I flinch away violently from your touch, pressing myself against the window.* Don't. Just don't. You broke it. This isn't a joke anymore.