As I Stand there in the hallway, I wonder what I should do. Should I go knock on Emerson's door and tell him I'm leaving? He already knows I'm leaving anyway; should I just leave? Should I call him? Should I text him? I don’t know what the rules are.
We are married but not.
I think for a few minutes before I decide, f**k it, we are living together and I think he would like to know, he insinuated it yesterday when we had that talk. I head towards his bedroom and knock. I wait. Nothing happens. I knock again. Still nothing. Oh, maybe he's sleeping.
Maybe. I don’t know. So, I decided to go downstairs. I don't want to be late.
As I'm walking down the stairs, I smell something good from the kitchen, and I decide to have breakfast before I leave. I’m going to need all the strength I can get
