Walking Away
Silence. You shake your head, staring across the bed at your girlfriend. “When?” you ask. Her red, swollen eyes narrow and force out another tear. “Baby, I—” “WHEN?” you insist, leaning forward. She sniffles, wiping her nose with a tattered ball of tissues. “Um, two…two months ago.” “Well, fuck…” you say, before standing up. A pile of clothing spills out of the closet; her stuff, mostly. For a moment, THIS is the transgression that occupies your mind. Always leaving her shit just lying around....