He looked at her blankly as if he had forgotten not only what happened but also his vital information such as his name, address and phone number if he ever got lost.
“You can’t tell me you don’t know what happened,” she pushed.
As much as she thought she remembered him and his antics, she really didn't. Her muses, her daydreams all told her what she wanted to believe not the reality of what was and that was disappointing.The Peter she thought she knew was drawn up in her mind after time. Maybe she did it to keep her own sanity since meeting him. Maybe she just gave herself something to believe in… even if it wasn’t there.
His blank face and the way his body stiffened as she pressed for information was telling, simply that he knew and that it would never come out.
She wasn’t born ye
