I went over to his place to hang out. We only tentatively showed affection. To be honest, I kinda wanted to have sex, but no way in hell was I initiating while I still don't know how I feel about him and everything that happened.
He had a family dinner to go to, and I left at the same time as him. We got on the elevator together, and I got off on the main floor, and he stayed on to continue on to the parking level. We didn't kiss good bye.
I thought I would have a head start driving. We were heading the same way. But I saw his car, and it caught up to me, and drove behind me. I pretended to not notice. At one point his car pulled up next to mine in the next lane, and I continued to pretend to not notice it was him. I didn't look over to see if he was trying to get my attention or not.
Traffic slowed, and I realized why. A dog had been hit, and was lying in the road. I saw it move - it was still alive. Cars were driving around it. I followed suit, but felt terrible about it the whole way home afterwards.
With the way the weekend had turned out, I could feel that I just wanted to burst into tears. 7:03 PM