“Gia-Gianna! Gianna, come on, talk to me.” I call her again and again, but she doesn’t respond. After a couple of minutes of silence, I grunt and back off. I was hoping she would calm down by now or would at least hear me out. I sigh and turn to head back to my car. I quickly slip in, start my car, and head out. I don’t know where to go now. I guess I’ll head home; even if it’s lonely, it’s better than driving around doing nothing. Plus, I may have to get used to being alone. A thought that brings me immense pain.
I make the trip home and park, then make my way inside. I head upstairs into my room, removing my jacket. I drop it on the chair and take a seat on the bed, removing my shoes and climbing into bed. The bed still smells like her peaches and coffee, her favorite body wash, and
