013: Just Fine

Dexter

I take a sip of my drink while staring out of the window of my office.

There’s a soft knock on the door behind me, and then I hear it open. I drink again, pretty sure that it’s my mate, Ellen, calling me down for the third time tonight. A dinner is being held downstairs, mostly with friends and her family since I have none. I can’t seem to find the energy nor the will to join them.

“My love,” she says in a tight voice. “What’s wrong? Everyone’s waiting for you. We’re all expecting you downstairs.”

I glance at her over my shoulder. Her blonde hair is in an updo and tendrils of hair are framing her delicate face. She’s dressed in a baby blue gown that really brings out the color in her eyes. She looks like a dream.

But I can’t seem to love her more than I would love a friend.

“I’ll be right there, Ellen,” I tell her kindly. “I just need some time to figure some things out.”

“You told me that ten minutes ago,” she claims, a hint of concern in her voice. She then closes the do