Stopped Waiting for His Mark
Seven years of living together, seven years of love, and my entire life fit perfectly into just one suitcase.
I picked up my phone and sent a short text to Julian:
"Goodbye."
His reply came instantly. The screen lit up with that same, familiar "No."
Obviously, he didn't even read the text. He was just brushing me off out of habit. He said he was pulling an all-nighter at the clinic to set up the runes for tomorrow’s ritual.
How ironic.
I walked out and locked the door. I dropped my bags off at a friend’s place. Just as I settled down to rest, my phone lit up again.