Separation ©C.A. Villeta
My eyes were tired. I had not slept the whole night. As I watched the light seep through my bedroom window, I wondered why I could not sleep. Perhaps, it was because I was lying awkwardly across the bed with my legs dangling off the side. Perhaps, I was thinking of her.
I got bored at watching the light passing through my window and instead lowered my gaze to the bed placed parallel to mine. It had been three months since she last laid there. Now, it is full of stuff that I did not need but bought anyway.
See, I called her last night. She sounded happy. I pretended to be the same. I was happy that she was happy. I just did not want to sound defeated. I was not the reason for her happiness. It was better when she was my roommate. I was not content and attempted to take it further. Now, we are merely acquaintances. I should have just kept my mouth shut.