Games

16

I was lifeless when I stepped out of the shower. I didn't know how long it had been since Oliver left, but I didn't care. My eyes were tired from crying and my body was weak from, well, you know. I was emotionally and physically drained. All I wanted to do was climb into bed and fall asleep. I was ready for a new day; ready to forget this one.

Once I was dried off and changed into pajama pants and a baggy shirt, I left the bathroom, holding my dirty clothes in hand. I didn't know what to do with them so I figured I would just throw them back in the room and deal with them later. Maybe Oliver would tell me tomorrow; if he was in a better mood and we were on better terms, although I doubted that.

Opening the door to the room, I stopped in my tracks and stood in the doorway, looking at Oliver's lanky body curled into a ball under the sheets. He lay on his side, the lights and TV still on while he slept, hair splayed over his face. If I wasn't confused with my emotions at the moment I would have smiled at the sight.

I stood there for a few moments, unsure if I should just drop my clothes and leave, or stay. The old part of me got the best of me and took over my thoughts, forcing my legs to move my body into the room. I slowed to a stop on the side of the bed, where Oliver was facing. His lips were parted, breaths light and steady.

Without hesitating, I slowly walked around the bed and drew back the covers, quiet as to not wake him. I climbed under the blankets cautiously, keeping my eyes on him as my legs outstretched and I lowered myself down. He didn't stir, didn't make a movement when I laid my head on the pillow and closed my eyes, ready for sleep.

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The next morning I awoke with a yawn, rolling over to feel an empty spot beside me. Still in a sleep ridden state, I felt around the bed with my eyes closed, opening them when I realized that no one was in fact there.

Then I remembered about the fight, and the sex, and the way he left, and the fact that we probably weren't okay. He had most likely gotten up and went downstairs when he saw me in bed with him. If that was the case he was being immature about this, but I chose to ignore it.

Stretching, I drug myself out of bed and headed into the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair a bit, taking the time to change into sweats for the day; no use in lazing in dirty pajamas or changing into jeans if I wasn't going anywhere.

I switched off the light and walked into the hallway, thudding down the stairs with heavy steps, alerting Oliver that I was coming and if he wanted to get out of there now he should. When I reached the bottom I took note that he wasn't anywhere in sight, craning my head around the wall to see if he was in the living room, but wasn't. I had at least expected him to be sitting at the table drinking tea or coffee or making himself breakfast, or maybe sitting on the couch watching TV, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Confused, I strode into the kitchen and looked through the cabinets until I found a kettle and began boiling water. I looked out the window above the sink and gazed at the sky above, darkening with grey clouds, causing overcast although it was only around 11 in the morning. That was when I got a bit worried; if Oliver had left he would be out there in this. From where I stood I could see the car still parked near the house where we left it last, so I knew he hadn't left.

Turning the stove off and neglecting the fact that I should have grabbed a jacket and possibly put some socks and shoes on, I left the vacation house and was met with cold air and a slight breeze nipping at my face. Trying to ignore the low temperature and cold nipping at my toes, I began my trek down to the lake, which thankfully wasn't far and only took about five minutes or so. Something told me that if I was looking for Oliver I would find him here.

And sure enough, when I reached the end of the path I had followed the day before with Oliver, I found him sitting Indian style on the bank of the lake, about ten feet away from the water. I stood and watched for a bit, wondering what the hell he was doing out here. 'Getting away from you, you twat.'