Where did you go ?

Where did you go ?

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We sat in the silence for what seemed like eternity. "For how long?" I swallowed hard not sure if I can speak anymore. He sighed deeply, his face in his hands his knuckles white. "A year maybe two." My vision blurred a bit, I'm numb. Can I do this ? Can I wait almost two years for christian to come back ? Tears began falling from my face as I became more aware of how big our apartment feels, and how it'll be worse when hes gone. "When are you leaving ?" I choked my voice quiet. He sighed once more before looking at me, his eyes now a pale blue and wide. Like a lost child he searched for something in my eyes. Reassurance? Forgiveness ? "At 7." I turn to the bedside table where my alarm clock faced us. One more hour until my world changes.
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"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

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