I didn't see him again for the next two days and then on the third day, going down to the parking lot, I met him in the elevator when he had just entered it. He didn't speak to me, didn't even look at me.
He was still pale but he still seemed to be doing better.
Those eyes weren't red anymore and he looked pretty normal.
I wanted to ask him if he would always sulk at me like that after every argument but I didn't dare. He must still be very angry with me...
That same afternoon, I came home early from work and as I was thinking about all of this, wondering whether or not I should take the first step to make things right,
I took a glass of water and moved closer to my window. The one that overlooked the back of the building.
It was then that I saw his silhouette all the way down, behin
