For the fifth time he parks outside her house. He'll do it. This time he'll do it.
He's gotta do something. No one else will. He's her friend, it's his duty, isn't it?
He plays it over again, how it'll go down.
Kick the door, punches, kicks, the speech.
She won't leave him, not yet, so he's got to stop.
One thing at a time.
One thing till she realizes what he's known for years, and comes.
It gets darker. Checks his watch. Shit.
She'll be home soon.
Now. Or never.
What if she gets home early?
Shit. Probably shouldn't today. Tomorrow. Wait, work tomorrow.
He'll have to check her schedule.
For the fifth time he starts his car.
As he drives away he swears he sees a curtain move.