Troy
The taxi's exhaust lingered in the air as it pulled away from the curb. I stood on the sidewalk for a moment, looking up at my building. Past nine at night and the street was quiet except for the distant hum of traffic from the main avenue. The air felt different somehow. Heavier.
I'd left Olivia's apartment to get some clothes and things from my place. She'd insisted I shouldn't be alone tonight, had even almost offered to let me borrow her clothes when I said I needed to grab stuff from my apartment. "I'm gay, not a crossdresser," I'd told her, and she'd backed off quickly, probably worried about overstepping some boundary she didn't understand.
She'd let me go eventually, but I could tell she didn't like it. Olivia was being too nice. Which wasn't necessarily bad, but right now it felt practiced. Like she already knew I was doomed and was just trying to make my last moments as a free man good ones. Maya storming out hadn't helped. The way she'd looked at me before she left, li
