Thirty five

Looking out at the view from the huge window which was almost the size of a door, I blinked multiple times to hold back my tears. The moment a little breeze hit my open chest, I shuddered a little and breathed out loud. Wrapping my arms around myself to create warmth, I turned around and just walked to the huge bed. 

I felt lonely. 

Before leaving the mansion with Ivan, I had been hopeful that things would work out well for us, but then, he had to fuck it all up. This was past ten, yet, he hadn't come home. 

I really wondered why I was waiting for him. I was being hopeful that he'd show up and tell me how much he missed me. 

Why had he made me feel so joyful tonight, only for him to ruin it all?