*and if it's real, well, I don't want to know...*
- Theo, are you ok??
He was shifting his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other, staring at the floor with a strange look.
- Yeah.... fine. I need to talk to you.
He muttered.
- What's going on, what happened?
- Nothing, uh. I'm leaving.
- What... what do you mean, what happened?
I walked into the living room, dropped my purse on a console table.
- I need to leave.
- To leave, what do you mean? Why? What happened?
It made just no sense.
- I want to leave. I'm leaving you.
I was like, what... what??
- Theo, please. It's not funny, come on. Stop it...
I thought he was joking.
- I'm not joking.
He sounded serious.
My heart skipped a beat.
- Theo... seriously, tell me at once... what happened?? You're scaring me...
He didn't reply.
- Theo what happened??
I tried to walk to him, but he pulled back.
- Nothing happened. I just... I don't want to be with you anymore.
I couldn't process his words.
- Theo... I-I don't understand. What's going on? What's wrong? Look, I'm... I'm sorry, If I've done something, I didn't mean it... just tell me what's wrong...
- I just want to go. I've made up my mind.
It was unreal. It didn't make sense.
- Theo, please. Tell me what's wrong... I'm feeling sick.
- Nothing's wrong, just. Well, you work too much.
- What the... yeah, I mean, I-I work too much, we work too much! You're right, ok, ok, I know that. It's just a few months though, and our internships will be over...
I tried to caress his arm but again, he pulled back.
I started thinking that after Covid, maybe he had been getting into some kind of burnout.
He couldn't take our crazy rhythm anymore.
- Theo, I'm sorry. Really, uhm... we're both exhausted, I know. Forgive me, I didn't realize just how much.
He walked to the door.
- Theo... Theo, stop, please, where are you going?? Theo, seriously. Seriously, please. Stay here, talk to me. I'll take some time off, I promise.
He looked for his keys in the bowl.
- Theo seriously.... I'm calling them. I'm calling them, ok? I'll take a day off tomorrow.
He found the keys.
- A week off! A week off. I swear. We'll go on holiday somewhere. We'll take a break. I know we've been putting it off for too long! I'll call tomorrow, I'll find an excuse.
- It's too late now.
- Theo, God... what are you talking about... too late for what??
He couldn't give me an answer.
- Theo... have you knocked your head, do you have a headache, a fever??
We just had a case of a young man who had suffered from a personality disorder after an autoimmune encephalitis.
I started to fear the worst. Maybe Theo was sick.
- No, I'm fine. I don't have a headache. I just want to go away from you.
I was in shock. He was speaking in a weird way; muttering, more than speaking.
- Theo, please... I'm sorry if I have been too busy. I'm here now, talk to me. I'll take some time off work, as long as you need. I swear!
- It's too late now. I feel nothing for you but pity.
He feels "nothing for me but pity"?? What the hell is going on...
And his voice was so weird.
And a weird, emotionless expression in his eyes.
Staring at the wall behind me, while talking to me.
He really looked as if he was having a psychotic breakdown or something.
I was seriously worried now.
- Theo, I love you. I love you more than my own life, please. I'm worried. Sit here for a moment and tell me what's going on, you don't look alright to me...
He kept staring at the wall behind me, looking... absent.
- Theo, Theo. I'm here, look at me... it's me.
I tried to wrap my arms around him.
- It's alright, just... let's sit down and talk, ok??
I wanted to see if he had some kind of neurological alterations, like, in his pupils or something. Had he been taking drugs? Was he having an encephalitis? Or just a terrible case of burnout??
My mind was racing. I didn't know what to do.
- I love you Theo, please, take a seat for one minute.
He shook his head.
- I don't love you. I don't want to be with you anymore. I've made up my mind.
Everything sounded so... emotionless. Scary. That wasn't Theo...
My head was spinning, and I was feeling sick.
He picked up his backpack, and opened the door.
- Theo, please... it's pouring, stay here, where are you going...
He didn't listen to me.
- Theo seriously please, please. I'll go out. I'll sleep in the car, ok?? You stay here please...
He was going out alone, maybe in the middle of a nervous breakdown-or something worse. Encephalitis? Head trauma? ... brain cancer??
I had seen so many nasty things in my professional life; my mind was now racing through every possible dramatic scenario.
- Please Theo, take the car at least... Theo please please don't go, don't go take the car...
I tried to grab onto his sleeves, to physically stop him.
He was stronger than me, and he eventually pushed me back.
Slammed the door on my face, and left.
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Non-Fiction... but prepare for the worst. When I was a kid, I thought that life was going to be like a Disney movie. Then, alas, life happened. And I found out, I was not ready for it.