Maybe

"You could go you know."


"But why? Why would it matter?"


"I mean if you're not here it can't happen."


"I think it still happens."


"But maybe it will be later."


"Maybe it will be sooner."

Then went back and forth like this for hours until she was finally tired enough to fall asleep. Sometimes when bad things happen they can just be cut out. At least thats what Johnny was thinking about. She could just pretend she didn't see that and go about her normal life. 

Or she could just think about it. Just that scene over and over again. 

Johnny wanted to ask her again now, who was she with, but he thought he knew the answer. It was likely him. He didn't know why he thought that, but just had this feeling. 

He moved slowly so as to not wake her, they had become cuddled up, and when she dozed off she used his arm as a sort of pillow. 

Maybe tomorrow will bring clarity he thought. 

Maybe.