THIRTY

“Je voudrais ma boisson tres froide s’il vous plait, merci”. April was saying to a waiter while Micheal absentmindedly tapped away on his screen.

it had been three days since Micheal had decided that he needed a break, three days since April had squealed excitedly and told him that she had truly needed the vacation for a long time now.

*Flashback*

‘I just couldn’t go on a vacation without you”. She had said to him.

And he had asked her why of course. He didn’t understand why she would want to go on a vacation but wouldn’t because he didn’t go with her.

She had shrugged.

‘I don’t know. I guess it’s the same way I feel going out to eat alone, makes me feel….lonely’. She had told him.

And once again he had found himself feeling like shit. He may have been a very busy person but he was certain he could make time to eat out with the woman he had married, he was sure he could conveniently make enough time to go out with her from time to time, yet he hadn’t even attempted. He had cle