39. Tomorrow

CAST

"Tomorrow," I muttered, hating myself as the word left my mouth.

Her whole body seemed to go still. Like she was holding back everything she wanted to throw at me. That I deserved to have thrown at me. She walked out of the kitchen, leaving me standing there staring at the floor.

I followed her out to the living room. She was sitting on the couch with her knees tucked under her chin. "Why tomorrow?" she asked as I walked in.

I swallowed hard. I didn't trust myself to speak. If I started, I wasn't sure I could stop the flood of everything I'd been holding back. "I need one more night with you." I was barely able to mumble the words out.

She sighed, but she didn't argue. Instead, I sat down beside her. Despite sitting so close, she felt rigid and distant.

I reached for her hand. She let me take it, but her grip was loose. She was already slipping away, and it hurt so damn bad.

I was losing her already.

My heart felt like it was being torn apart, piece by piece, and there wasn'