“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m used to being alone.”
“Thank you for having me,” I replied.
As the night wore on, the candle burned low, casting the room in an even deeper darkness. But I didn’t feel afraid. I felt like I was home. Rendezvous With A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room
I nodded, feeling a pang of sadness.
“Hello,” I said, trying to sound calm. “It’s okay,” she said
I reached out and took her hand, feeling a surge of compassion.
I sat down next to her on the couch, and she didn’t move away. The silence between us was palpable, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was as if we were two old friends who had known each other for years. But I didn’t feel afraid
“I have to go,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.