I take a sip of my coffee, afterward staring at the remaining liquid. It reminds me of my eye color, but I only think of that after the fact.

And then I ask it and give you a hard time, and I know that if I look up, that will be the end of the conversation because I won't be able to give it my all. Not with the way you look at me.

And it's true. I accidentally look up, right into those twin pits of doom and despair.

...He's looking back.

OhGodIcan'tkeepgoingI'malreadytearingyouupIcanseeit.

His right eye tells me, "If you keep going, my owner's going to give in because he'll feel bad. You know he's only trying to do right by you. Give. Cave. You won't regret it."

And even now I'm saying, YESIWILL. My entire EXISTENCE is saying, YES. YES, I'LL REGRET IT.

And I do.

And I don't want to live my life regretting things. I do whatever I can to take chances and live to my best ability. Even if it means getting hurt sometimes.

Crap. Crappity crap craptasticness crap.

Maybe I'M the fool.

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