Isn't it amazing how people can feel like home?
~pintrest~
Ele
He was gone by the time I woke up. I knew because I checked his bedroom, opening the door slowly after knocking on it twice, the creaky sound making me jumpy as if I was doing something wrong or snooping, which I wasn't.
Disappointed yet somewhat relieved because I did not know how to face him after last night, I passed through his unmade bed to raid his closet again. There were endless rows of white shits, t-shirts on a few drawers, boxers, and a few ties and everything else in between. I pulled another white shirt, boxers, and a grey hoodie with Mercedes's name across the front.
Before I walked out, I stood to look at his bed, imagining him turning and
