Romans & histoires If I Wake Up Tomorrow Will You Still Be Here

The latest one read. This better not fall apart, Handle it. “I will come see you tomorrow” Chloe said.

I turn off my phone and takes a deep breathe. Tomorrow, I will get up again. Tomorrow, I will keep going. I will walk away from this place. I will make sure of that. But tonight, I will still let myself to cry again for the last time.

I'll end up seeing them tomorrow. Ah this is so frustrating.

Tomorrow I smart. Tonight I only hold my mate. And hope it is enough. A little longer.

I think we just stayed there—me, curled up in my big, glossy apartment with takeout containers on my coffee table, and him, probably still wearing the same boots he wore when he hugged me goodbye. Eventually, he said, “You gonna be okay tonight?” “I think so.” “You don’t sound sure.” “I’ll get through it.” I ran my finger along the rim of my champagne glass. “I’m just… wishing you were here.” “I’d be there if I could.” He meant it. I could hear it in every word. “I know.” “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said softly. “If you’re not too busy.” “I’ll always have time for you.” Another pause. Another beat.

I don’t look at the unread text still sitting in our thread. I just whisper to the dark, “Please let tomorrow make sense.”

"Go. You still have work to do tomorrow." How could I sleep? I walked over and squatted in front of her. "You haven't slept yet. How can I sleep?"

I whisper. “You have until tomorrow.”

How am I going to cope with tomorrow? ***

Dear troubles, I will deal with you when I wake up tomorrow. --To be continued…