Viv:
I hated this.
The waiting.
The quiet.
The way the hum of the fridge sounded too damn loud when I was alone with my thoughts.
I turned off the bedroom light hours ago, wandered back into the living room, and curled up on the couch like it meant something. Like I was just resting. Like I wasn’t checking the clock every fifteen minutes. Like I didn’t already memorize the sound of his boots hitting my porch steps.
I told myself I was just tired.
I wasn’t.
I was restless.
It was the kind of restless that made my skin itch, made me pull my knees to my chest and wrap the blanket up to my chin even though I wasn’t cold.
It wasn’t that I missed him.
No. That wasn’t it.
I just didn’t like the silence without him in it.
Didn’t like that he left me with nothing but my own thoughts. A
