He got up from his seat and walked out of the restaurant. I was a little confused and followed him to ask, "Hendrix, can you stop being angry? I really don't know! Just tell me and I won't do it next time! Why are you acting like this?"
He didn't listen to me at all and went straight out of the restaurant. I chased him for a few steps and found that I couldn't catch up with him at all. So I gave up and sat on the steps outside the restaurant, watching him leave.
Probably because I didn't follow him, after walking for a while, he came back for me. "Don't you want to go home?"
I pursed my lips, sat on the steps and looked at him, and said, "What did I do wrong?"
He frowned, "Let's go home!"
I made no move to leave and instead turned to look at him, "Say it now, or we're not going back."
He looked at me with a solemn face and said, "Are you sure you want to do this here?"
I nodded.
I thought he would at least turn back and pull me up, but what happened next wasn't anything I would ever expect in a million years. He got into the car and left without any hesitation.
I was stunned. Watching him drive away, I sat on the ground for a long time. He actually left me here?
All of the apologies in my head turned sour. I could only think about the way he left me here, alone on the streets.
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