Kyler
When I arrived home from Paisley’s, Julia was outside my building. I thought I had gotten rid of her. I haven’t seen her in a week.
“Julia, what are you doing here I thought you had gone home,”
“No, I just wanted to give you a little space, let you calm down,”
“Julia, please just go away. I am not in the mood tonight,”
“Fine, but promise me we will meet soon and talk. That is the only way I am leaving,” she says firmly.
“Okay, I will text you tomorrow,”
I knew that was the only way to make her leave. She smiles, kisses my cheek, and heads to her rented car,thank God! I don’t have the energy to deal with her. I made my way inside and lock the door behind me. I don’t even want her to try to walk in, in the not so unlikely event of her changing her mind, deciding she doesn’t want to wait until tomorrow. I wouldn’t put it past her. She did it before.