Dzhan
I stay hidden in the darkness of her house, listening to her crumble to the floor. Everything in me itches to go back to her, to keep her in my arms and tell her that everything is going to be okay. I want to promise her the world even though I am not sure I will survive being away from her the way she wants me to. But that’s what she wants even if she was polite enough not to say it out loud this time, so I just listen to her, helpless to do anything to stop her dry sobs.
She stays quiet after awhile, her heart thrumming in her chest, each beat echoing in me, matching my own, breaking my soul into a thousand little pieces. I want to know her secrets. I am still not mad enough not to realise she’s patient with me despite everything not only because she wants me back. There’s someth
