JUDE
He loves me.
He is going to come back.
That's what makes me stay put, eyes trained to the door, waiting for him.
He is going to come back.
I think I messed up. Big time. I hurt him, something I never ever wanted to do. Why... Why did I do all of that?
Why couldn't I lie to him, pretend?
I couldn't though, it all just came out. Because my insides felt like fire, melting off with the thought of lying to him to appease him.
Perhaps I wanted him to finally know all my little secrets. All my fears.
I bared myself open and then he left.
No, he left because I hurt him.
I never meant to. I can't lose him. He is going to come back.
He must.
I must have fallen asleep on the floor, because I hear a soft click, rousing me. I scent him before opening my eyes.
He has come back.
But, he doesn't approach me. He stays by the door, and when I hear his clothes rustling, I know he has slid down the door, sat on the floor just like me.
