My fingers squeeze the steering wheel until the knuckles are marked, no... I'm not going to watch this anymore.
I don't have to, but I can't look away. Not yet and then...
She gets a little closer.
My breathing becomes heavier... something starts boiling.
"Stop" I whisper.
But it's not enough, I don't stop. I keep watching, until he's alone. Until she disappears into the building, until that moment... ends. And yet...
I don't move.
One more second, two... And then... I can't anymore.
I started the car suddenly. The engine responds strongly, almost as if it feels the same way I do.
I leave the place without thinking too much. And I pass right next to his car.
My eyes barely drift, I see him there, calm. As if nothing happened, as if he had no idea...
that someone else is observin
