COLLABORATIVE WRITING
Chester was at the bar, making his last orders. Julian sat alone with me. He was picking his nails and looking at the beer stained table. “Have you ever told him?”
My chest was gripped with fear. “Told him? Told him what?” Even though I knew damn well what he was talking about.
“What happened that night, at that party.”
”No.”
“Why?”
I thought long and hard. “I haven’t told him because he doesn’t need to know. It was a thing that happened. It shouldn’t have happened and the next morning, it may as well not have happened. I don’t see the point in mentioning it. It’s not like it happened again, is it?”
“I wish it had happened again. I still wish it would happen again.”
I didn’t know what to say; didn’t know how to react. “I’m sorry Julian but you need to forget about it. I have.”
Revised
Chester was at the bar. Julian sat with me, picking his nails, looking down. “Have you ever told him?”
Fear set in. “Told him what?” I knew damn well what he was talking about.
“What happened at that party.”
”No.”
“Why?”
I paused. “He doesn’t need to know. It shouldn’t have happened but it happened. There’s no point in mentioning it. It’s not like it happened again?”
“I wish it had. I still wish it would happen again.”
I didn’t know what to say; didn’t know how to react. “I’m sorry Julian.”
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