Only Say My Name


She left, packed a bag this time. The pit in his stomach felt bigger, empty. He felt sick. He had fucked up. She wasn’t coming back.

But he waited, lay awake at night listening for the apartment door to open, for her soft footsteps on the carpet, the creak of the bedroom door, for the rustle of sheets as she crawled in beside him. He could almost feel her warmth at his side, could almost hear her breathing.

She was just a phantom now, haunting what was left of his life.

In the end, he realized it was always her teaching him just how easily she could walk out and never come back.

But he continued to wait.
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The end.