Summer
Four days. It’s been four days since I last saw him and looked into his eyes or heard his voice. It was as if he had forgotten about me. As if I don’t exist for him anymore. Four days in a row I woke up in the guestroom and when I’d come out of there in the morning he’d be already gone. And at night I’d roam around the house, even the romantic books with anti-heroes didn’t managed to hold my attention because I was always waiting and wondering about my own anti-hero. I’d try to remain awake as I’d wait for him, but god knows if he comes back at all because I haven’t seen him.
Zurich remained my constant shadow, sometime I’d just strike a conversation with him to just have someone to talk to. I think he takes pity on me because he engages me now and then, but never about my husban
