Quarrelsome Lovers

Conor definitely loved Eimile, that much was clear. But his feeling seemed to go unreciprocated, which I guessed was the main reason for their breakup. This time, Conor did light up a cigarette. He got up, walked over to the window, pushed it open and smoked away. He didn’t speak again until the cigarette was burned to its end. He turned back. ‘Yes, I miss her. But so the fuck what? I’m not going to put myself in a situation where she could hurt me again. Never.’ With my ill-timed question, I’d effectively killed the joyous reunion. We parted ways after lunch. Conor directed the chauffeur to drive him to the hotel. I flagged down a taxi and drove Kieran to the Harbour Bridge, where we first me The 500-metre arch bridge spanned across the Silk River. Below, a small cruise ship floated leisurely by. It took some time to find the exact spot on the ledge where I’d sat and contemplated ending my life. With Kieran by my side, I opted not to jump over the ledge. ‘I often wondered what you tho