And after that call, Thomas dissappears for a handful of days. I am left alone for endless days and nights, in the middle of nowhere and no matter what I do, I can't help but end up resenting him. I remember seeing him from the kitchen, running to his car, through the heavy rain. I remember the way my heart sunk as I shot up from my seat and how ready I was to chase after him.
And I also remember the vehemence I stopped myself with, right before opening the glass door and running after him. He didn't even look back. Not once. He didn't bother to say goodbye. He didn't even bother to tell me he was leaving.
I wanted to scream and cry, but it would have been useless. There was no one to care...
I spend my days putting together a simple, but sweet choreography. Maybe he'd care enough to da
