I looked around the room that I used to use before. It hasn’t changed since I left. But I removed all the traces of me. As if I haven’t been here before like it was a dream.
“Sugar, are you okay? Do you want me to bring you to the—”
“No, I’m good. Maybe it’s because of my sleepless night thinking of you,” I reason out, lying that I’m thinking of him.
“Is that so? Don’t worry about the house. I’ll take care of the things here. You want anything I’ll cook it for you?” He asks.
“I want anything you made, Matt.” My lips plastered my sweetest smile on him.
I wanted to search the house, but it looks like he’s not leaving today. I have to endure the entire day, pretending that I love to be with him. I close my eyes and let out air when he goes out. I search around our room as if I still
