After about half an hour, he still did not hear Ann's movement, and his heart gradually began to feel uneasy. He got up, dressed again, and walked from the corridor to the living room without seeing anyone. He thought of something, went out the back door into the street, he walked, while thinking: because of this quarrel? She's about to become someone else. Finally, he found Ann dressed in a single clothes sitting on a bench by the side of the road, the light is dim, can not see the expression on the face.
Seeing this scene, he did not know whether he should go over, but if he left her alone, maybe she would really stay until dawn, but their relationship must never see the dawn again.
He stepped forward and reached out his hand to push the strands of her hair away from her forehead, trying to remain calm. “Can we talk? “
She did not speak, tried to suppress something for some time, and then said, "What do you want to say, other than to say that you still want to marry me."
He was puzzled, and also somewhat sulky at her attitude, and said, "Can I see what I said that was wrong?"
She still lowered her head, "You said the answer I want, this is true, but the answer in your heart must not be what I want, this you and I both know."
This time it was his turn, and he paced a few paces, looking somewhat blankly at the misty, indistinct street. Time seemed to pause, even the air was still, the breath held in her throat by an endless silence, and just as she was about to speak, he spoke, with more restraint than when he had come.
“Well, Ann, what do you think we should do? We don't want to keep doing this, do we?"
Ann finally responded with a slight nod.
He sat down next to her and began to find a topic of conversation. "Well, why are you so angry? It's not like you."
"I'm not angry, I just feel like I don't understand you a little bit, even after we've been together for so long."
The street light next to the bench began to flash.
He began to reason. “Is it important, Ann? Maybe I'm lying, and I just can't handle being married to a black man, but what does that have to do with what we've been feeling all these years? You need to get out of this loop and stop dealing with problems that are so far away from us."
Ann's eyes began to go numb. "Why?"
He held his head and sighed heavily. "What? Why?"
"Say again .Why can't black people and white people be together? ”
He stood up and his voice spread across the empty street: "Well, for the third time, they don't understand each other, in every way, because people who don't understand each other can't stay together forever, it's not hard to understand!"
"No, they don't. "It was as if she had found her way out of the labyrinth of her mind," and let's leave it at that. ”
He froze there. "What? "
She was quietly creeped out." We're all white, but we've never understood each other. "
Flickering, the street lamp finally went out, and even the clear night sky added a few clouds for no reason."