Soraya
He hasn't been home since that day, and I feel awful that I allowed something like this to draw a line between us, giving the enemy something to laugh about. When I went to bed that night, I thought about returning him home when I heard our bedroom door open. He walked in, but of course, I kept my eyes closed, pretending that I was asleep, my heart beating a mile away with anticipation of what would happen.
Nothing happened, I mean nothing. After grabbing a shower, he left the room without glancing at the bed. I'm not used to seeing him like that. This cold distance bothered me, so I decided to look for him and talk to him. I couldn't find him anywhere in the house. I knew he was still with me, but couldn't see him.
Giving up on the search, I went back to bed. I concluded that
