Tasha Castro
I stayed there for about two weeks after Teddy left. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything: I was a human being without a purpose.
The tears ran out as I began to sober up from my emotions.
I thought that staying in the same place would mean that I could become more settled – maybe my life would even be less hectic.
Maybe, if they hadn’t found me by now then they might’ve just given up. You never know. What does a girl like me mean to a body of people like them. Exactly – nothing.
What am was I worrying about?
I knew that I had my cell if it got real bad. And I could go to the little shop downstairs and live on microwave meals and sandwiches for as long as I needed to… and then I coul go somewhere else and stay there for however long.
Every so often, I peeled my eyes away from crappy daytime TV and cautiously walked onto the thick carpet, feeling increasingly vulnerable as I now had no one to keep me company. Although, his purpose here was not solely to keep me company: if things got nasty, he would be the one that I would rely on.
Staring out of the low-level window, the absence of the bright yellow taxi in the car lot mirrored the absence in my heart that I had only just realised existed. I had always been old fashioned in terms of love.
Never before have I sought after someone else when I am committed to a relationship. Now I’m not so sure that I am the same person.
I think I love them both.
They are both in different worlds, whilst I am commuting between the two, to catching a glimpse of both of them as much as I can.
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