“Actually I don’t really care” he said, picked up his bags and left.
For a long time, He couldn’t remember how long, He kept standing looking at the door till he shut it in a daze. He couldn’t believe it had finally happened. His fear that one day he would leave forever had finally come true. He had gone and was never coming back. Out of habit, He went down to his study and opened the computer. Maybe he had left some clue as to where he was going. He tried his e-mail first.
You changed the password 3 days ago.
His pseudo-e-mail. Same.
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Facebook. At least that was working. He hadn’t been unfriended…yet. His last posts were his usual impersonal ones.
He thought of calling his cell but immediately shot down the idea. It was not He who had left, if he wants to continue the relationship let him call. Suddenly He was very angry. This was typical of him. Saying they ought to break up. Threatening to leave. Each time He had begged him and made him to stay. Not this time. This time He was not gonna plead. It’s enough. He wanted out too. What was His fault after all? It was just His luck to be an unloved orphan…And then He started crying.
In the morning He asked His mother to come and stay with Him. He would drive down the next weekend to bring her. No there was nothing to worry about. It was only a sore throat. Yes he had taken medicines.
The week passed in a dream. He didn’t sleep much. He would eat lunch at the office and that was about it. The housekeeper would cook the meals in the evening and throw them away in the morning. He stayed awake most of the nights, smoking and reading his old mails over and over again. On Friday afternoon He left office early and drove straight to Mom’s place. He didn’t remember the four hours just like He didn’t remember the 6 days 17 hours which had passed since he had left.
PS: if the ‘He’ and ‘he’ is really confusing pls let me know. 🙂