For Better or For Worse

Chapter 35---Times Of Yearning

Mia's P.O.V.

I fished out my keys from my Prada bag and unlocked the doors of the mansion. The doors creaked open. I got in and closed the creaking doors with my back and ended up leaning on one of them.

I closed my eyes and sighed. 'Mia, you'll survive this,' my brain reminded me. I've never been so quiet in my whole life. I don't even remember when I was last seen with a smile on my face. I mean sure, I smile at my students...but it's not the same.

I flickered on the lights, and the foyer's lights lit open and so did the living room and hallways. The house is quiet. I wonder why. I usually hear Jessica talking on the phone or her huge feet stomping on the floor, but it was quiet. Too quiet.

Normally, Carson and I would enter this house with smiles on our faces. He would spend some time here, eat dinner, check some papers, do lesson plans, or just chill out on the couch for a few minutes. But now all these things feel like they were some kind of dream.

He's not here. He'll be back after a few months. I'm only at my first week without him and I already feel miserable. Maybe they were right. Maybe I am too attached to Carson. We're always together. Maybe having that much attachment caused me a lot...maybe not.

But I began to think. What if I needed some time away from him? Remember our first Valentine's Day? Only two days without him, and I was not myself.

Three months. Not a week. Not three days, but three whole months without him.

I put my keys back in my bag and slowly went up the stairs. I'm exhausted today. Six hours of talking about Romeo and Juliet, and how they proved that love conquers anything even family.

I'm not saying that I'm rebelling. Sheesh.

After school, I went to the company for a re-run on marketing and had my usual training. Here I am. Still in one piece at 9 in the evening. I'm fully drained, but I still had to do one thing before I hit the sack.

I opened my bedroom door and switched on my lights. The room lit up and I threw my bag on my mini-work table. I tied my wavy chocolate hair up and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

After a sponge bath, brushing my teeth, this and that, I got out of the bathroom wearing a white silk camisole with matching shorts. I got my MacPro, turned the machine on, and plopped myself on my bed.

I didn't even bother to eat dinner. I don't have an appetite for food. If I do eat, It tastes nothing. It'd be a miracle if I ate two full meals in a day.

Once it was on, I opened Skype and signed in. As soon as I saw the contacts, I chose one and pressed call.

"Hi, baby!" I saw Carson's image popped on my screen as we started our video chat.

"Hey, handsome." I said but my voice was hoarse.

"You okay there?" he asked me with one eyebrow raised. No, I'm not okay.

"Yeah." I lied as I rubbed my eyes. "Had a bad day." I can't keep up with this, to be honest.

"I'm sorry I left you my music classes, baby."

My eyelids were getting heavier by the second. "No, it's fine really. I made them sing songs they want today. I don't want them to think that their Music teacher's girlfriend is also a control freak." I joked and he laughed.

Then there was silence.

My eyes started to well up and I started to fight the urge to cry. No, not now! "I miss you." then the tears started to stream down my face uncontrollably. "I'm sorry. I just do." I wiped my tears with my arm and faked a smile.