I’m scared.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but know that I love you.
I nod, and he leans forward and kisses me again.
Softly, coaxing, gentle.
It says everything we can’t say to each other, because we don’t want to acknowledge that this may well be goodbye.
Because putting it out there means we give those words power. So instead, we say nothing, we just stay in the moment.
And we stay there all night.
But as the light of the morning breaks through the curtains, I reach out to his side of the bed which is cold and empty.
He left, again.
But this time I know why.
54
Lucy - Present
“Stoppacing.JesusChrist,the pair of you will ruin my floor,” Henry says, pulling up the TV.
“I can’t, I should be there. He’s in the fucking wolf’s den.”
“He’s at the BBC, Kara.”
“Lucy,” I correct.
“It’s not like he’s going to get murdered on national television.”
“Murder may be kinder. Those people are vultures.”
He snorts, but doesn’t reply.
I pull out my phone, looking at the last messages I received from him.
I'm in makeup, being glammed up.
Owen
You don't have all day.
Haha.
Owen
Any trouble?
Apart from an overly zealous security guard. All good.
Owen
Be safe.
Always
