"Just leave, Gerry."
She didn't want to think about love or anything like that now. She just wanted to be left alone.
There was silence for some time and Jerlina still didn't turn to look at him. He left after a while without saying anything more.
Jeremy was silent. His wounds stang but his heart hurt more. Both of them were interacting as if he wasn't even there and it hurt.
They are going to talk more?
"Do you need to get your wounds treated?" she asked as they got near his mom's clinic.
"No, they are just scratches," he replied. He has had worse wounds and this is nothing.
"Okay," she didn't insist. He is a grown man and if he says he is fine, he should be fine.
They reached home and Jerlina parked the car and handed him the keys. He looked at her reddened eyes and he didn't know what she needed. He tried to strike a conversation.
He didn't know what to talk about, but he needed to tell her something.
