The fight changed everything, and we now start behaving like two strangers who are just getting to know themselves. That seems very difficult for me or maybe for himself too.
That night, Carson slept on the couch although I didn’t ask him to, but he didn’t come into the room either. Maybe he needed the space… or maybe I did.
I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, just like I used to before we met.
I managed to have a small sleep and once it was morning, I got up early. I packed a small bag and I was set to leave so as to clear my head for the main time.
Carson, on the other hand, was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept at all.
“I’m going out for a while,” I said softly.
He looked up, his eyes unreadable.
“Where?” he asked.
“Just somewhere to clear my head,” I replied.
He didn’t stop me. He just nodded.
“Okay.”he said.
I waited a few seconds. I thought maybe he’d say more. Maybe he’d ask me to stay.
But he didn’t.
So I walked out the door
