I Know It’s Over

Jack’s alarm sounded. It was 7am. I was still awake. He roused himself and started getting ready for work. He sat down next to me on the bed. “Will you be here when I get back?” I just shrugged and turned away from him. He sighed, kissed me on the forehead, and left.

I wanted to leave. I wanted to walk out of this place and never see it again, but I was exhausted. I tried to keep my eyes open, but I couldn’t. I finally let my body get the rest it needed. I woke up a few hours later. Jack still wasn’t back and I wasn’t sure what to do. Do I stay and talk things out more? Do I just leave? I sat up in the bed and looked aroud the room. My eyes went to the floor, and to my horror, lying beside the bed was an empty condom wrapper. So I guess he and Tessa has slept together. Why would I assume they hadn’t? Why on earth would he leave it in the middle of the floor for me to see?!

I heard the front door open and Jack came into the room. I was still staring at the wrapper on the floor. He looked at it, and then at me. I got out of bed and began gathering my things to leave. “So, thats it then? We’re not even going to be friends anymore?” I turned to look at him, saw the pitiful look on his face.

“I don’t know.” I replied. With that I turned towards the door and left. I descended quickly down the three flights of stairs and walked out onto the street and into my car. I lay my head on the steering wheel and I felt myself deflate. It was over. Whatever we were, whatever we had been, it was over. How could we come back from this? How could I ask Henry to tolerate his presence in my life?

I turned the key in the ignition and lifted my head up and drove home. Henry was my home.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s