Leavin’

The next morning I wake up feeling cold. I open my eyes when the hazy memories of last night flooded me. I look down at myself. My body was covered in a white duvet and sheets but I was missing Wayne’s warmth. Wayne sat hunched over on the bed already dressed in a flannel and jeans. His hair wet like he’d just gotten out of the shower. I look out the window. The sun was just peaking over the horizon. Wayne was putting his boots on. His bag already packed in the corner of the room by the door. A painful feeling came to my chest. Was he really going to leave without saying anything? Did I want him to say something?

”Wayne?” I asked softly. I thought my voice was to quiet for him to hear but it wasn’t. He stopped his movement but he didn’t look back at me. A moment later he continued putting his boots on without another word. His body was tense and stiff. I got an anxious feeling, something bad was coming my way.