My new apartment looks as though It were drowning in shades of pastel and royal blues, the walls held an ombre of the two colors with a cream white baseline.
It was a much different color scheme than the walls of my old home that Chaz and I had spent the whole day painting lavender.
One of the many memories I hold close.
One of the only memories I have left.
God, I miss him already.
No.
Don't allow yourself to say those words.
But I do...
What am I doing?
Why did I go?
Because he's garbage who does garbage things.
But in the end, he wanted to explain...
Explain how he would sneak off to another women's bed.
I must be going insane with the inner monologue argument.
My phone rings its familiar song.
I know who it is.
I feel nervous for no real known reason.
I pick up.
It's him.
The picture on the background still held smiling faces and kisses on cheeks.
Chaz...
I can't decide to hit the green or the red button.
So I put the phone down.
If it's important he'll call again.
If he calls again I'll answer.
I waited 5 minutes.
10 minutes.
And hour.
Nothing.
So I walked down the hall and slept in my new bed....
Alone...
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