Day Six
MaryLou had been trying to get hold of you for the last two days. She even had Nick sending you messages because you apparently didn't know Matt spoke to his family about this.
If you talked to Nick, you'd cry and you didn't want to cry.
You stayed at work until six in the evening and hung around at the cafe closest to your house.
You felt like you were forgetting someone that you were used to remembering. You sat outside watching the cars go by. Matt was supposed to be here, you were supposed to be listening to him about his day. But the seat was empty.
You took out your journal and wrote, 'I appreciate that you make me smile so hard, my cheeks hurt'
'I appreciate that you listen to me talk about my day'
"Hey" You looked up at the voice beside you. It was a relatively attractive guy, smiling at you.
"Uh..hey"
"I was just sitting by the window when I saw you" He laughed. "Sorry, if that's weird but I noticed your drink is empty. Would you like another?"
You looked down at your cup and your journal.
Matt would've waited until your face blushed. He wasn't the jealous type.
"I'm married. I..uh..I have a husband.."
The guy's face went bright red. "Oh, I'm sorry. You're sitting alone so.."
"He's at home"
You picked up your journal and shoved it into your bag. You quickly stood up, mumbled a soft 'sorry' and then rushed to the parking lot.
The drive was frantic. Tears blurred your vision. Matt's car was parked in the driveway and you hurried out of your car. The slam of your door vibrates through the whole car, no doubt Matt would've scolded you over that.
'I appreciate that you tell me to close the car door gently'
'I appreciate that..'
The door opened and you stepped in.
"Matt!" You called, wiping your tears away. "Matt, where are you?"
You dropped your bag and keys. "Matt? I'm home"
You walked into the living room and when you didn't see him, you went into your bedroom. "You here?"
He wasn't home. You burst into tears, falling on to your shared bed. You couldn't help but bury your face in his pillow. "Come back"
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Matt looked at your bag thrown to the side and your keys on the floor. He picked them up and hung them on the hook, checking to see if you were in the living room, but you weren't.
He headed upstairs. His day was alright, but he really wanted to get into bed. It was calling his name.
He caught your jacket on the floor, before your body in the bed.
You were laying on your side, your cheek on his pillow.
Matt dropped his own bag softly and walked over to the side of the bed. He kneeled down and watched as you slept.
He took the blanket and put it over your body. He went remove the hair from your face, but he stopped. It's not his job anymore. Is this his job?
He pushed the hair away from your face. "Oh" he whispered, looking at your face. "What have you done?"
He kissed your hair, then stood up, turning the light off and closing the door behind him.
Day Seven
