Impatient

I felt really bad about what happened between us. I waited for him to come back but he didn't. I lay on the bed and tried to fall asleep but I couldn't. As soon as I closed my eyes, his words started to ring in my head.

"I wanted to be with you,"

Did he miss me as I missed him? I got up and slowly went to his office. I stared at his office door and the light was still on. Was he still working? I wanted to apologize for not trusting him, and thinking that way about him. I slowly went and stood in front of his door, not sure if I should go inside.

"What if he shouts at me or tells me to leave?" I whispered.

He had never spoken harshly or in a loud voice to me. Whenever he was angry, he would stay silent or simply tell me to leave. I slowly opened the door. The lamp on the desk was on and the desk was empty. My eyes searched him everywhere in the room. The room was dark and I couldn't see where he was. After looking everywhere I found him lying on the couch.