Prompt from Twitterlit" It was a long walk to the end of the driveway."

It was a long walk to the end of the driveway. She had been short and cross with him and now she wished she could take back some of those harsh words. Really all she wanted him to say was that he needed her. But he was stubborn and macho and all though they both knew it, he refused to give in to her little game. He'd rather tough it out alone, thank you very much. What she should have said and should have known was that she loved him and then let it go.
She watched him from the living room window. She thought she saw him pause, as if to turn or perhaps he was waiting for her to stop him, but then he walked to his car. She watched him get in the car, he didn’t even look towards the house. She wanted to stop him, she really did but her pride or something like it wouldn’t let her. The mustang roared away from the house.
It was two long days until school and when Monday morning finally rolled around she couldn’t wait to get there. She was anxious and a little fearful but still she felt there was hope for them. He wasn’t there for homeroom, or for first period. She wondered if he was sick or just avoiding her. By lunch time she was starting to feel sick and getting tired of fending off questions about where he might be.
She sent him a text message but he didn’t respond. On her way home she called him but it went straight to voice mail. That irritated her and by the time she had gotten home she had actually started to get quite a little attitude.
When she got home she immediately went upstairs to check emails but of course nothing from him. She heard her mom’s car pull in the drive and went downstairs. As her mother came through the door with arms full of groceries they chatted about the day. When suddenly she stopped and looked at Misty.
“Did you know that Michael’s mom died Sunday morning? She was in a car accident on the way to church.” Suddenly she was so sad because she knew he needed her and she hadn't been there for him.