| 30 | I Want More

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Darn. It's past my bedtime. I'm stupidly waiting up for a phone call that isn't coming.

I'm back on morning shift tomorrow, but my mind's still a mess. A putrid wasteyard filled with unwanted memories and equally vexing presumptions. Like the past couple of nights, sleep eludes me as my brain wrestles with the unknowns.

I'm all alone again here in Dominico's old room, here in his old apartment, staring at the windows I've left open. The night feels warmer than I expected. There's a hint of his scent in the air, but maybe it's just the clothes he left in the closet.

I grab my phone on the nightstand and check my notifications again, half-expecting a new message from Angelo.

But there's nothing from him. I groan. A sigh of exhaustion comes out of me instead. I lie on my back and shut my eyes. “Stop it. He's just not that into you. Stop deluding yourself.” I yank my pink wig off my head and toss it on the thick covers.

It's beyond unsettling... This