No Going Back
This time, though, I was so tired, having had enough of him.
Before the water stopped running in the bathroom, I turned over and faced away from his side of the bed.
When he came out, he sat on the edge, phone screen glowing. Although I didn’t know who he was texting, he muttered one word, “Buzzkill.”
Every syllable sank into my ears.
I didn’t even realize tears were sliding down my cheeks.
When I felt the mattress dip slightly under his weight, I couldn’t help but wonder how we’re lying so close together, yet our hearts felt so far apart.