"Will you please just talk to me?" The voice was low and almost a whisper. Meg knew instantly who it was.
"I don't know what to say." She said not daring to look Kevin in the eyes.
"Something. Anything."
"Something. Anything."
"Not funny." His tone was dry and serious. Still, Meg said nothing. "You don't have anything to say after what you said out on the street."
"It's because of what I blurted out that..." Megan paused. She finally turned towards him. Dark rings of mascara were framing her brown eyes and had run slightly down her cherub cheeks. "Could I pause, rewind, and take it back?" She half smiled and dropped her head back against the pillow.
"It doesn't work that way." Kevin uncrossed his arms and looked down at the floor as he shuffled his feet around. "And, even if you could, I wouldn't want you too."
"Why?" He just stood there silent with his eyes locked on hers. "Come on Kev. You want answers, well so do I!" Her voice was loud and pungent. She could see, even as she spoke the words, that they were hitting him hard. Nothing. "That's what I thought. That's why I never told you! Because I would get that look." His face showed question. "That, gee thanks and all but truth is, you aren't my type. You aren't thin enough, you aren't tall enough, and you aren't fucking pretty enough!"
"Hold on!!!" He shouted back. "I have never said anything like that! Don't you..." Megan cut him off.
"You didn't have to." Her voice was almost silent. In a whisper that broke Kevin's heart, she said. "It's in your eyes." Tears were welling up in her eyes. "No matter what kind of bullshit comes out of your mouth, your eyes never lie." She pushed herself off the bed and walked past him. Megan walked through the living room and to the front door. With slow, deliberate movements, she pulled the door open. Without a word, Kevin walked to the door. He stopped just before he left and said "Bye Meg."
It had been almost a month and not a word. Megan's life had become a boring routine. She got up, went to work, came home and went straight to her room. Eating had become a low priority and because of that she had lost about fifteen pounds. Her clothes weren't fitting right but she didn't care. Her heart was shattered and nothing mattered.
Ashley popped her head into Megan's room and smiled. It was a hazy Saturday afternoon and Meg hadn't left her room. Her TV was on the Spanish channel and a bright red haired woman was pointing her finger and yelling at a ragged looking man.
"What's this about?" Ashley asked and sat at the edge of Megan's bed.
"I don't know." Her face was aged and shallow looking. Ashley looked around Meg's room and let out a sigh. "Let's do something today." She smiled wide and slowly it faded into nothing.
"I really don't feel like it."
"Oh, come on! You can't just lock yourself up in here for the rest of your life. You have to get past him! Move on woman!" She jumped off the bed and hurled her fist in the air. Megan couldn't help but laugh.