If only you hadn't.The idea was, perhaps, incomplete, but it was the root, the source of this entire situation, this irritation that plagued us both. At the time, it had seemed trivial, but these things always do. Pushing the first domino never takes much energy, but the next thing you know a thousand of them have been knocked over, a Herculean effort you never could have accomplished by yourself.
Things snowball out of control, sometimes. We couldn't really help it. And, if you think about it, you were being a good person. A bit over-chivalrous, perhaps, considering how badly both of us needed to get back to the band. They waited with tapping toes while we left, with shocked expressions as we were led away by the police. They couldn't understand that we weren't in trouble.
We did miss Homecoming, though. My parents were bitterly disappointed that they didn't get to walk across the field with a little bouquet pinned to my shirt, didn't get to watch me conduct my band for the last time. I suppose there are things more important, but it seemed important at the time.
If only you hadn't.
If only you hadn't let that crying lady go into the bathroom before we did.
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