The Murderer Who Wasn't a Monster

"Look, I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot," he says. "I want to make things right with you. Can you please forgive me?" 
 
I sit there in the cafeteria, not understanding what's even going on. "What?" I ask, looking to the man saying these words. "Oh, it's you." 
 
"Darryl, please give me another chance. I encourage you to give people a chance." 
 
It's something I think long and hard about. "Fine," I finally answer. "But I can't make promises." 
 
"So, I want to know. Apart from all this drama between your dad and Diana's dad, did you have anything you used to love doing?" 
 
It's sad that I had to even think about this for a second. "Playing the piano." 
 
"What else? Anything?" 
 
"No." 
 
"Why not?" 
 
I shrug. "The world bores me, I guess." 
 
“I suppose that’s understandable, but I wish you could get out and experience the world, Darryl.” 
 
“It’s too late.” 
 
“It’s never too late, so- I mean, Darryl. I think you could make such a change in your life and others. You just need a push, that’s all it is.” 
 
I look to the floor, staring. “You’re the first man who’s ever told me that.”