I woke up to silence. The storm had passed.
But not the storm brewing within me.
I rushed to the door. Empty. His scent no longer lingered.
I shouldn't care. I didn't wish to see him. In no time, I dressed fully. Applying a thicker layer of makeup to conceal my puffy eyes.
The mirror didn't lie. Red-rimmed. Swollen. No amount of concealer could hide what last night did to me.
But I tried anyway.
I grabbed my bag. Keys. Phone still off.
I didn't want to know how many times he called. How many texts waited.
Not yet.
The door creaked as I stepped outside. Cold morning air hit my face.
And then I saw it.
His car. Parked across the street.
My heart stuttered.
He didn't leave. He just moved to his car. Waited there all night.
In the rain. In the storm. Stayed through the thunder. T
