Twenty nine

They stayed at Jaxon’s condo for almost a few hours before saying goodbye. I tried to convince them to wait for him here since he might be on his way home, but they said they had somewhere else to go, so they left. They were pleasant to talk to, and I really enjoyed their company. I didn’t realize it was already seven in the evening; we just had dinner, and then they bid farewell. They said they would come back another day. I hope I see them again.

I looked at the wall clock hanging in front of the TV set; it was already nine, but he still wasn’t here. I wasn’t sure if I should go home already. It’s not like I planned to stay here; it’s just that I might be blamed if something goes missing. Tomorrow is Saturday, so I don’t have work. I stood up and went to his room, looking for one of his long t-shirts. If he’s not coming home, it’s okay if I wear this.

I took a quick shower, blow-dried my hair to keep it from wetting his pillow. My hair is quite long. I went out to the living room