Without turning the lights on, I tiptoe to the window. I roll my eyes, realising I’m in stealth mode for no apparent reason. Looking down to the street, the is still parked in the same spot it had been a few minutes ago. Standing in the silence and darkness, I stare idly at the car. Why hasn’t he already left? What is he expecting from me? That I will run back out there and wrap myself around him? No, I need space from him. I need to regroup and move on.

Alone.

Sighing in defeat, I admit I shall fail this task. Even my thoughts lack faith and conviction.

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