It's been two weeks now, and not a single word from him.
It was like he disappeared into thin air. No calls, no text, nothing. I wouldn't lie I've felt relief ever since. But I'm reminded everyday that maybe one day he might pop out of the night and be back like a dark smoke to ask for impossible things.
I've been working since then but it was evident that something was wrong with me.
The girls in the room felt it. Because most times I'd stay just staring at a spot so lost and confused. Even most of the time my clients complained.
I wasn't that girl anymore.
I wasn't the girl that would dance so well on my pole that most days I'd get more than enough tips for the night.
I felt my body had begun to get stiff, and I'd be dancing absent mindedly.
I'm not even talking about the part wi
