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Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Day He Decided For Me
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2026-06-30 15:36:37
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The first intake happened exactly the way we'd designed it. I stood at the back of the room watching a woman walk through the resource pathway I'd argued for months to build, watching staff execute it without a single hitch, and for most of the afternoon I was too busy being happy to miss him properly.It worked, I texted Damien. First intake went through exactly the way we designed it.Of course it did, he wrote back.That sounded dangerously confident.I married the programme director. I have access to information.I smiled at my phone in the middle of the office, and someone caught me at it and asked what was so funny. I didn't explain. Throughout the rest of the day, his messages came steadily enough but shorter than usual, no photo of terrible coffee, no complaint waiting to be turned into a joke. I asked if it was a long day. Apparently, he wrote, and something in the word felt thinner than the ones he usually sent. I let it go. He was working. So was I.Our call happened right
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The house looked exactly the same, which was somehow what felt wrong about it. His mug still sat where he'd left it that morning. His charger was still plugged in beside the bed. I reached for it before I remembered I had promised not to make absence efficient, and left it exactly where it was.I didn't spend the afternoon falling apart. I showered, changed, made something to eat, and answered a couple of programme messages that had been sitting in my inbox since morning. My life hadn't stopped when Damien boarded the plane. It just felt strange doing it without knowing he was about to walk through the door at the end of the day.I found his blue folder tucked into a drawer where I'd hidden it as a joke weeks ago, and photographed it before I could stop myself. *Your precious folder survived,* I typed, and hit send, and watched it sit there unsent for longer than it should have, because he was still somewhere over an ocean with his phone in airplane mode. I knew exactly why. It still
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I woke before the alarm and knew immediately why. Damien's hand was still at my waist, and neither of us moved, because moving meant morning began."You're awake," he said eventually."Unfortunately.""I was hoping the clock had reconsidered.""It remains stubborn."We got ready the way we always did, brushing our teeth beside each other, me watching him button his shirt in the mirror. He asked if I'd eaten. I asked if he had his passport. He said yes, and I asked again ten minutes later, and he told me I'd asked three times now."I'm conducting quality control."His bags were already downstairs. I noticed his charger still plugged in on his side of the bed, exactly where it had stayed all week. He'd left it because he still lived there. I didn't say anything. I just noticed.He paused once in the kitchen before we left, hand resting on the counter for a second too long, looking toward the sofa like the house had already started feeling different around him."What?" I asked."Nothing.
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The next two days passed the way ordinary days pass when you're not paying too much attention to how quickly they're going. I stopped calling things last. I didn't stand in the doorway trying to memorize Friday breakfast, didn't stop Damien halfway through the morning just to look at him. I went to work. He went to work. We texted stupid things and met late and kissed and slept and woke up and did it again. I still knew the number. I had simply stopped making Damien compete with it.My first implementation schedule went final that week, and I sent Damien a photo of my name printed at the top of it, more for the pleasure of showing him than for any need to hear him say something meaningful about it. Try not to overthrow anyone before lunch, he wrote back, and I told him no promises, and the ordinary rhythm of it felt like exactly the right way to spend the days we had left.By the time I got home the night before he left, something had already changed in the house. His laptop was shut.
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Damien was at the counter making coffee, barefoot, sleeves rolled, reading something on his phone while he waited. Last Thursday morning coffee before Singapore, my brain supplied, and I disliked myself immediately for thinking it. I had promised myself I wasn’t going to turn the week into a countdown. By Thursday morning, my brain had apparently rejected the agreement entirely.He handed me my mug and set his down in exactly the usual spot. I watched his watch catch the light, watched the particular way he wore that sweater, watched him kiss me before heading toward his office, and my head kept quietly filing each thing away. Last weekday breakfast. Last time he disappears upstairs and I still know he’s technically home. I didn’t say any of it out loud.“What?” he asked, catching me watching him again.“Nothing.”He didn’t believe me, but he only kissed my forehead and went upstairs, leaving me irritated with myself in the kitchen. I had a whole day ahead of me, work I genuinely love
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