What A Lie

Rachel woke up to the alarm of her phone. She stretches her hands first above her head and slides down the bed. She remembered her conversation with Dylan last night and wondered if he had gotten a good night’s sleep. Though she wanted to run outside her bed and check up on him, she decided to get herself ready first for her work before she went out.

However, Dylan wasn’t already there. The couch he had a sleep on was cold, and no hint of anything that he was there. She frowned in confusion and went to check on the kitchen, but he wasn’t there as well. The gas stove was cold, and there was no indication that the place had been touched.

He didn’t even get himself a coffee before he left.

So, what was that last night? He just disappears without even saying anything to her. Not even a thank you for letting him stay the night.

It kind of saddened her, confused and at the same time disappointed. She admits last night was kind of new to her. Slowly she’s gotten comfortable around him.