Couldn't Live Without You / A Zuripons Story #1 [COMPLETED]

Dicen: Chapter #38

Lele's POV

When I opened my eyes, I looked into the blackness of the blank t.v. screen. Sleeping on the couch gave me a backache and was incredibly uncomfortable. I sat up and turned around to look at the kitchen. Juanpa was sitting at the counter, wrapped in a blanket and sipping on a hot mug of coffee.

"You look extremely cozy," I said and removed the carpet-textured blanket from myself. "Okay, what do you want me to say?" He asked, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

"Not much, you only made your partner sleep on the couch," I said. "Aren't couples supposed to love each other?"

"I have a valid reason to be upset," Juanpa replied, staring. I knew what he was talking about, but he gave me a look that reminded me I should be disappointed in myself. "Dicen."

"Who says? What says? I saved him, okay?" I stood from the couch and walked over. He gave me a disgusted look when I took his coffee and took a gulp. I shoved it back into his hands and sat across from him.

"You don't love me, do you really?" I asked. He just stared at the table in front of him. He remained silent.

I would've never known he felt that way.

Without saying a word, I headed upstairs. I grabbed all of my clothes and shoved them all in suitcases and backpacks. I added everything else I owned and dragged it all into the upstairs hallway.

I took the outfit that I left out and changed into it,

(the hair and nails are nothing to be paid attention to)
and stuffed my last-night clothes into an extra duffel bag I had. I brought it downstairs and concealed it in the living room, so Amelia wouldn't see.

I walked into the kitchen again and grabbed a few apples and a bag of baby carrots for the go later and placed it into my bag. "Where do you think you're going?" Juanpa asked, looking at my luggage.

"Oh," I responded, staring back. "Am I not allowed to leave? Am I supposed to stay here where I can't even earn respect?" He silenced and turned around.

"So... I guess this is it," my voice cracking and my eyes watering. "You just don't understand, nor care about anything but yourself and your feelings." I stated, wiping my eyes.

My back pocket vibrated, and I pulled out my phone. 'Hey Lele, it's me, Shelly, and Amelia is very sick today so I cannot take her to class today.'

"Amelia canceled," I said, and put my phone back into my pocket. "That gives me an opportunity to leave earlier." I say, and take my things.

No one, ever, has or will feel what I felt when I left the house I left Juanpa in. And I can't believe this had to happen twice.