Thirty-seven

The nights turned colder now that winter was upon us, sleeping alone in that big bed made it worse.

Endless nights I wait for him, and he doesn’t come to me. Missing his warmth next to me was nothing at all, I suffered in the darkness while he did god knows what with who knows what. That name, Cythia, kept hunting me.

Fighting to fall asleep was my newest struggle. One more to add to my long list of first world problems. Replaying over and over again what happened still left me wondering whatever I did for him to turn to frost.

A creak coming from the door made jump. The light coming from under the door shifted, he was standing outside. Hope filled me, air filled my lungs and stayed, the tension was palpable, a knife could cut it. I was afraid to move, to make a single sound. Anything that could spook him but it wasn’t even a couple of minutes when his shadow disappeared and I heard him walking away.

“So he just ignores you?”

“Yes.”

“What did you do?”

“That’s what I don’t kno