Screw This

Alex heard the soft patter of footsteps behind him, then felt a gentle hand wrap around his wrist.

He stopped, his shoulders tense, but didn't turn around.

"Where are you going?" Nancy's voice was calm, almost soothing, but there was a firmness in her tone that demanded an answer.

Alex finally glanced over his shoulder.

Her gaze was steady, her eyes soft, as if she was silently telling him she understood.

But she didn't.

She couldn't possibly understand him

He sighed, the sound heavy with exhaustion.

"I'm not a good person, Nancy," he said flatly, shaking his head.

He turned to leave, trying to pull his hand free, but her grip tightened. She wasn't letting him go so easily.

"Where are you going?" she repeated, her voice firmer this time.

"It's obvious," Alex replied, keeping his back to her. "I don't belong in this group."