Telling HIm the Truth

Kristo

I got back late that night, just before midnight. The me who’d existed in college might not have considered this late, but the me who had to get up to work early the next day sure as hell did.

I had been out to a club, nothing fancy, just somewhere I could grab a couple of drinks and switch off my brain in the aggressive noise of somewhere loud and cheap. The music and the conversation had been enough for me to get my mind off the worst of the bad thoughts running around my brain, but a few girls had come up to me and tried to buy me drinks. I had found myself wishing they were Amaya. I knew it was crazy, but I knew if I had her by my side, that night wouldn’t have been half as bad as it had turned out to be. We could have danced, got drunk, flirted a little. Maybe she would have dragged me home sooner rather than later so we could continue our dancing somewhere a little more private.

I didn’t expect her to be up. If she was sick as she’d said, then she would want to get an ear