I fall down on the couch with a thud as I get home from work that evening. I'm tired. I feel like I'm alway tired now a days. Maybe I'm sick. I feel my empty stomach rumble. I realize that I haven't eaten in a while, these last couple of days has been in a haze. I'm not good at remembering to eat when I've got other things on my mind.
I half lay on the couch, trying to figure out if I got anything in my fridge to eat, which I shouldn't have because I haven't been to the store since I got home from Philadelphia. I sigh, not really feeling like going out again. It has started to drizzle outside. Maybe I should just go to bed. That thought is tempting, even though it's only six in the evening. It's insane that you can be this tired but not be able to sleep, because sleep is nothing I have done in the last two days.
I actually considered going into the bedroom and crawl into bed, but it feels too far away, so I just pull the blanket over myself where I lay and snuggle into the warm couch. I feel exhausted and confused from these last days. My mind is constantly reeling on about what happened with Daniel and the thought about Link slips through from time to time, though I press those thoughts away. I feel myself drift into sleep when I get interrupted by a knocking on the door. I open my eyes in shock. Who could it be? I sit fixed on the couch like I'm in trance. There comes another knock.
"Juli, please open the door!" I hear a male voice say on the other side of the door. "I know you're in there, I see the lights on." He continues as I stand up from the couch and slowly walk over to the front door. I look through the peephole on my door and spot Daniel pulling his hair with both hands. He doesn't look too good. I hesitate for a moment, leaning my forehead against the door. I don't know if I can face him. This is way over my limit of understanding and I don't know if I can handle it. Nothing will ever be the same again and I hate myself for it. "Please open the door." His voice is a low pleading and it breaks my heart.
I hate that I'm hurting Daniel in the middle of this, so I take a deep breath before pulling the lock and opening the door, now standing face to face with him. I feel my cheeks flushing a little and my heart is beating like crazy in my chest.
He looks surprised up at me, like he didn't expect me to actually open the door. "Hi!" His voice is raspy and filled with shock.
"Hi." I mumble and look down. I can't look at him, not knowing what we did, it's weird. The silence gets thick as no one says anything. I turn around and walk back into the living room, leaving the front door open for him to follow. I hear him close the door and take off his shoes. I walk back to the couch and wrap myself in the blanket as I had before.
My hands are shaking, so I hold them tight around the blanket.
He walks over and sits down on the couch beside me, still leaving space between us. I look at my hands, fiddling with the blanket as I feel him watching me. I swallow hard as I feel my stomach turn. How can it be that sex ruins everything? Our relationship was perfect before. Now it will never be the same.
"I'm sorry for what happened." He say low and my reaction surprises me as much as it does him. I start to snicker. Giggling like a schoolgirl. I'm way too tired to handle this stuff. He looks over at me with an confused expression.
"You're sorry? You make it sound like it's your fault." I say raising my eyebrows, looking at him but never meeting his eyes. The snickering dies down when I realize how weird it is to laugh. He can't say that he's sorry, I should probably be the one saying it.
"Well, it kinda is." He say and bite his lip.
"What do you mean?" I ask frowning. How can it be his fault?
"We were both pretty wasted, but you were way worse than I was..." He say and I roll my eyes in embarrassment for myself. "..and...uhmm...I didn't stop it, I guess." He say and scratch his neck, looking down at the floor. I take this time to really look at him, he has dark circles under his eyes and his hair is unwashed and slicked back with a blue bandana. He looks tired.
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