Waiting For The Moon

We are at the living room.

Do you even care? I yell.

We just came back from a dinner which was supposed to be our one year anniversary celebration but we are arguing. By now his packing up his stuff in aduffel bag, I run and stand by the door, trying to block him from leaving.

Say something I beg.

He grabs me by the door and throws me on the floor, I hit my head a little.

I am awakened by the banging of the door. I get up and without caring to put on any shoes I run after him.

But his car is coming out of the drive away now, I run till I’m five blocks away from my house.

I take a deep breath, pull myself together; you can’t convince people to stay.

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