I am a hundred and ten percent positive that my bones are cramping. slinging myself through the door is effort within itself, so when i see the other piece of toast from breakfast this morning i have a moment to stare, groan and then walk away.
"i wish you would clean up after yourself"
I had dropped my bag beside the door and dropped my coat besides it. I lost a patient, an infant with a heart tremour, it didnt make my mood to great
"we wish for a lot of things, doesnt mean we get them"
we had gotten close very quickly she was at my house almost everyday for that month, sometimes it feels like shes still here.
She gave me a look and walked off, i shouldnt have been so rude, but she didn't even ask how my day was, if i was okay.
The whirring of the ceiling fan in my bedroom snaps me back from my spiralling thoughts, i had been standing in a daze for a firm while. After a long drawn sigh i head to the closet and pick out some plaid trousers for bed, after a long day the last thing i want to do is have a shower. So why bother, i can have one in the morning.
flopping into the bed i smear my face along the pillow, another long groan leaves my body like a demon from hell.
I remember her fingers tracing along my chest, her lips pushed softly against my skin as she peppered sweet kisses along my upper forearm. I would kiss her forehead above her brow, and we would joke and laugh. I would fall asleep to the song of her chuckle, but now its just the whirring of that ugly fan and the sound of cars driving fast down the slim road, thats what i fall asleep to now.
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RomanceA young paediatrition who has not so recently dealt with a hard break up is having a rough time carrying on, every moment has her held within it. he cant escape her. so when he shows up in his office one day with a tired sullen face and a premature...
