Return.
My index finger hovered over the rectangular computer key.
Six white letters printed on black. Ironic since I was leaving this place. I was submitting my resignation after four years at the company. Two sentences, short and sweet. And all because of her.
Because of me, really.
I couldn’t bear working alongside her every day knowing that we’d be nothing but co-workers. Friends at most.
I needed more and I knew I would never get it. Husbands and wives and kids made it all impossible.
“You sure?” my conscience asked.
My finger tapped the key before I could answer.
