TWENTY FOUR

On my home, it's already dark. I keep looking behind as if someone might stab or kidnap any time soon. But for the most part, I wish he was there outside the parking lot and wait for me until my shift ends. But he wasn't there. Simon wasn't there. Not seeing him after that morning is probably best for us. For me and Cooper. And us, Simon and I.

I like walking on the way home. It's just easier for me to think and process things. These past few days. It's been me and Cooper. He stays. I thought by next week, he would get rid of me. Like I I thought he would eventually see me as boring. But he's still here. He's staying with me whether I work a lot or not.

Sometimes I wonder if what he does when he's not with me. He never said anything about it. Maybe I could ask him tomorrow night.

He wants to take me to this restaurant by the beach. He loves it there at night. Wind and golden bulbs on the shore, as how he described it would be.

When I reach to the my front door, I glance over the h