T h i r t y - t h r e e

"Dolores where the hell are you? Is almost one in the morning and I'm standing outside your apartment."

What. The. Fudge.

He was actually here. His high position made him travel more than anyone I knew. Constant meetings and stressful calls took most of his day; I knew it because I had once been with him, the amount of stress and the long nights without sleep. Waking up in the middle of the night, finding him locked up inside his office, talking to who knows what at who knows where. He didn't realize it, but I stayed near him whenever I could, keeping him company while he worked, usually taking my computer to the hallway to go over some assignment. At the same time, he dived into some work that just couldn't be avoided. 

Those moments he knew nothing about I cherished and remembered with fondest.

He had been silent all morning after saying that thing about me being home early to bed, but I stopped paying attention to his threats. It felt lik