Kyle
I sat down on the couch in front of the TV with a beer in hand. I flipped through the channels, hovering on each one for a few seconds before fleeting those moments. The news, some drama show, cooking show, kids’ show, comedies, repeat. I went through the motions, following my routine without thinking about it. I didn’t want to let myself think too much.
If I did, I would start thinking about Maya. I would think about how she left and why. Then I would think that I was the problem. I couldn’t deal with that, because it was true.
My phone rang, the sound startling me out of my autopilot mode. It rang through the apartment, surrounding me. I got up and pressed the speakerphone button on the machine to make the sound stop.
“Kyle,” Kina’s voice filled the room. “Are you at home?”
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