They hardly spoke for a week. Amber would sit quietly all day as Aidan went about his business. One day, Aidan sat next to Amber on the sofa, resting his hand on her knee. "I...uh...I have to leave tomorrow. I just got called in for a shoot. I won't be back for a week," he said, looking at her. "A week?" she responded, finally acknowledging him. "I'm sorry, but it's my job," he said, "I'll leave you plenty of money to get by until I can get back. I promise." She nodded silently. "I have to go pack. The plane leaves first thing in the morning." He patted her knee and ran upstairs.
She loved him. She really did. But did she love him enough? Every relationship she'd been in had been self-destructive. And he was an actor. Easy heart-breaker, wasn't he? She'd seen it all before. He was probably using her. She just sighed and sank into the sofa, pushing all bad thoughts aside, and she fell asleep on the sofa.
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Early the next morning, Aidan found her on the sofa, having slept there all night. He'd fallen asleep upstairs, exhausted. Dropping his suitcase at the door, he shook Amber slightly. "Hey," he whispered as she opened her eyes tiredly, "I gotta go. I'll see you when I get back, alright?" "Aidan," she mumbled quietly, when he had turned away, "I may not be here when you get back." He turned around quickly, shocked. He looked at his watch, knowing he would be late. "Please," he begged her, "Please stay." And without even knowing her answer, Aidan turned and rushed out the door. Amber fell back asleep, exhausted by the emotional toll of the past few days.
