End
“Nevermind.”
“Huh? Come again?”
“I’m not going up there.”
“Why not?”
“Why? Because it’s step after step after step, and nothing! Nothing at all, I go up each step only to not get close to what I have to do. I have to fix things. The more time I waste here the more time Biscuit probably hates me for not looking.”
No response. We both just stare at each other. I can feel how warm my body heat is. Anger? Sadness? Guilt?
Guilty....it’s definitely guilt that I feel.