would have left me for the first thing that passed
his way. And yet … that’s just what happened. You
think you really know somebody, especially those
near you, and instead you never stop learning and
you end up disappointed.
The cell phone rings, jarring me from my
thoughts. I look at the display: it’s Nate. I let it
ring until it goes to voicemail. After a few minutes
I get an SMS. Reluctantly I press the button and
read:
Your stuff is all at the entryway in boxes. You’ve
got until tomorrow to come get it.
I let myself fall back onto the couch, grabbing a
pillow and pushing my face into it to wipe out my
thoughts. Why does he have to be such an asshole?
Isn’t it enough for him to realize the way he
behaved? What do one or two days matter?
I guess he’s really in a hurry to get rid of me.
Right up to last week we were making plans
together. We had common goals. And now, his
goals have changed. So have mine, and our two
different outlooks can’t be reconciled.
Then I take a big breath of air and slowly let it
out. I throw the pillow to the ground and stand up.
I look for my shoes, take my jacket and grab the
keys and head downstairs. I’ll have to get a cab,
obviously I don’t have a car and it doesn’t seem
like a great idea to take two big boxes on the bus.
I open the pub door and the warmth and music
from this place is like a full frontal assault that
