Despite Cory’s assurances of the day before, I was still a bundle of nerves as I drove to Cory’s flat the next morning, a bag containing various breakfast staples on the passenger’s seat. I could have taken the lift up to Cory’s floor but the stairs would take longer. My thought was that until I saw Cory and he ended things, I was still his boyfriend. Even though we hadn’t exactly given what we had a label.
“Better to travel hopefully than to arrive,” I said, turning the corner on the stairs and getting a curious look from a woman who was coming downstairs.
I walked with increasingly slower steps the rest of the way to Cory’s door. Raising my hand to knock but dropping it again before doing so, I gave myself a quick talking to. “Whatever will be, will be.”
I raised my hand again, but be
