*Rustling* *Rustling*

“fuck” he mutters

I turn in bed and look at the bedside clock, 3:30am.

He has been doing this recently, waking up at odd hours and packing the little bag he hides behind our closet. I’m sure he thinks I haven’t seen it, should I act oblivious or just catch him in the act?

Thirty minutes pass and I hear the front door open. I sit up and stare at the wall adjusting my eyes to the darkness, I’m too exhausted to worry about looking for the switch.

“I’m thirsty” the words echo of the wall, I walk to the kitchen expecting something to be out of place. Nothing is. It’s clean exactly how he left it last night. I reach for a glass and my eyes catch a note on the kitchen table.

The kitchen feels bigger than usual, I sit on one of the chair and pick up the note.

“I’m sorry Kay. The drugs aren’t helping, my hallucinations are getting stronger and I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. I heard about this facility in Kosi, I’ll be better after it. I promise. I love you” I let out a huge sigh and lean into the chair.

Get married they said, it’ll be fun they said, there’s nothing better they said. This isn’t my definition of fun.