“No.” I stared at the door, unsure of what Greg looked like on the other side. Was he as frazzled as I was? “Go away.”
“No.” Another pound.
“Leave me alone.” I lowered my hands and started to back away from the door. I was safe in here, but I knew if I opened the door, I wouldn’t be in any real danger, just another stab to the heart. “Can’t you just leave me alone here? Go back home and let me have some peace and quiet while I try to figure out this mess we’re in?”
“No way am I leaving you here alone in Vegas.” I could hear shuffling from the other side of the door. “If I have to camp outside this door all day I will. I’ll make sure we figure this out.Together.”
I could hear the strain on the last word as he said it. He meant it. I knew he did. I just didn’t know to what capacity he meant it. Like, as a couple, or as friends.
I laid on the bed and tried to let sleep take me, but with knowing that Greg was just right there, on the other side of that door, I couldn’t. Two years ago kept filling my mind and memories from last night collided with them. I had been left so many times by family and friends, and even though Greg hadn’t exactly left me, it felt like it when he didn’t reach out to me, when he ignored me. My heart just didn’t know what to do when I looked at him anymore. It wanted to pour it’s love out, but at the same time, with each passing look, another brick was built along the wall that guarded my heart.
Because no one stayed forever, so how could I expect the man I love to do so?
