Not Tonight
Leon did not say a word at first.
He looked at the things. The way she held onto her sleeve her fingers getting tighter. Her knuckles turning white. It was like the fabric was the thing that kept her from falling apart. The way she breathed was not normal it was short and uneven like every breath was a struggle. There was ash everywhere it was on her skin and her clothes and the night felt close it was heavy and it felt like it was watching her it did not care about her feelings. The night was harsh. It was not going to let up. He saw the way her fingers were on the edge of her sleeve and how her breathing was stuttering. The ash in the air was bothering her. The night was being really tough, on her.
The man took a step toward the woman. He moved closer to the woman. The woman was right in front of him now. The man took another step, toward the woman.
"No."
