Dont say I didn't warn you.

Floor three Room 21

I stood outside of my apartment complex, Espen's apartment complex. I was only wearing a nightgown from the hospital, and a large leather jacket they gave me. Paper from the hospital was in my hand blowing in the cold winter wind, I opened the door, the warm air invited me in.

I stepped in and looked over at the reception desk. Julien.

He looked up at me, "Hello." he smiled. He seemed happier, less scared. Like weights have fell off his shoulders, "glad to see that you're doing well, catie."

I didn't smile back, it all felt fake. Like none of this happened. I wanted to feel.

I walked up the stairs to the apartment. Floor three.

With each step, the pit in my stomach grew deeper, I didn't know how I could face that room.

I reached the third floor, and I walked down the hall to room 21.

I placed my hand on the handle, the metal felt cold and unfamiliar, sending a shiver down my spine. I hesitated, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Part of me wanted to turn and leave, run away forever. But this was the only place.

Taking a deep breath, I turned the handle and pushed the door open. The room was just as I remembered, yet it felt different—emptier, colder. The faint scent of cologne Espen used to wear lingered in the air, a lump in my throat formed.

I stepped in, closing the door behind me softly. The silence was overwhelming, amplifying every creak of the floorboards beneath my feet. I walked further into the apartment, my eyes  scanning the room. The furniture was untouched, everything in its place as if time had stood still.

I made my way to the bed, my eyes teared up, the bed was still messed up. The sight of it brought back a flood of emotions—fear,anger, confusion, betrayal.

This was where Espen betrayed me in the most intimate way, where he had shattered my trust.

Tears fell from my eyes, and I turned away, unable to look at the bed any longer. I stared at the floor, then walked over to the couch.

I took off my jacket, throwing it to the floor, and laid on the couch. I curled up into a ball, all I wanted to do was sleep. I calmed myself by running the tips of my fingers up and down my arm.

All I wanted was tom. I wanted to be held by tom thats all I wanted.

I want to go back to a time before it was too late.