A lump formed in my throat, tears welling in the corner of my eyes at the scene before me. This was real, reality, my reality. And he was gone, going to go. If the suitcase in his hand was any indication of his decision, before he’d even told me, before… we even talked.
I feel like an idiot, I showed up to his home, and of course he’d let me in, but it was so empty, and devoid of the life that r...