Worthless

Kristo

I wasn’t sure how long I was standing there staring at the door after she left. My breath was coming in short, sharp, ragged bursts, tearing in my throat, and I was having trouble keeping myself upright. I wanted to sink down to the floor, to beat my fists against the polished hardwood, to tear down all the pictures we had hung up together a few days before. I wished I could time-travel back to that moment when she’d been laughing and joking with me, when she had looked at me with that soft warmth in her eyes and made something in me feel whole for the first time.

But she was gone. No getting away from that. Just gone. And I was stuck here in this empty apartment staring at the door and willing it, with every fiber of my being, to open once more so she could come back in and tell me this had all been nothing but a bad joke.

But she didn’t, and eventually, I unstuck my feet from the floor and began pacing furiously up and down the apartment. The energy was crackling through my b