The Impeccable Infinity

Chapter 32

The morning came faster than I wanted it to, considering I didn't sleep for a single minute last night. I tried not to imagine the house without Mute right next door, but every time I pictured his empty room and bare walls, my eyes would tear up. I can live without him, but it's going to be hard.

"Good morning," I said, pouring myself a glass of water.

We were the only two awake in the house. I was up because I'm naturally a morning person, and Mute was up because he wants to be ready to leave. Although, his facial expressions said otherwise.

"Good morning. How'd you sleep?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes and waved a hand at him.

"Not well at all. I've been up all night."

"All night?" He asked, his eyes wide.

I nodded and took a sip of my cold water. I don't drink a lot of water, but I like how it wakes me up and makes me feel refreshed. It's the only thing that gets me going in the mornings.

"I'm leaving in an hour."

"Oh. Okay."

"Do you want to help me pack up my car?"

I nodded and held back tears. The last thing I want to do is see his car full of boxes which contain our past, and see him in the drivers seat, ready to start a new life without me.

"I'll get the smaller boxes," I said, picking up one of the small cardboard boxes on the top of the pile.

When I stepped outside to put the box in the car, I felt the warmth of the summer sun against my skin. It's too beautiful of a day for such a horrible event. It was if the world chose to be happy in spite of Mute's departure. 

We brought boxes out of the house and placed them in the car one by one, stacking them on top of each other and shifting them around until they fit like puzzle pieces in the small trunk. All of them displayed our scribbled and disheveled writing, but to be perfectly honest I feel like that just made them appear much more uplifting.

"Well, that's it," Mute said while placing the last box in between two stacked boxes containing pillows and blankets. "I guess it's time for me to go."

I stepped back with my hands on my waist and examined the wall of boxes with black marker labeling each one. Just seeing it all and knowing that in a few hours those boxes will never be in the house again is what killed me the most.

I ran my fingers through my tangled hair and took a deep breath as my stomach began to churn with the thought of being left alone in the house with nobody who understands me, or at least not as much as Mute does.

"Hey, you'll be okay," he said, placing an arm over my shoulders and pulling me closer. "You're so strong. I mean, you handled your first day here like a champ. You'll do fine on your own for a few months."

I nodded and stared down at the hot, black cement which has been baking in the summer sun the whole morning. I let my hair fall to the front of my face to hide my expression from him, I don't want him to know I'm about to cry. The dark purple circles under my eyes displayed my insomnia, and the red tint from the formation of tears didn't help make them any less noticeable. I'll let myself cry later, when he's long gone.

"I have about twenty minutes left, want me to make us some coffees?"

"As long as they're decaf," I said smiling, reminding him of how we both share a love for decaf coffees.

He grinned and walked back into the house to prepare the coffees, I on the other hand went back to the open trunk and looked at the boxes once again. They all built a barrier and stood tall, showing off all of the memories they contained.