I couldn't stop myself fidgeting like a schoolboy while I waited for him to finish up on the phone. I was ridiculously nervous. I wished I'd thought to bring my pills with me. At least swallowing them would have given me something other to do than stand around, trying not to listen as George exchanged endearments with Pattie.
The phone clattered
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"Yes? What is it, Brian?" I leaned back onto my elbows and watched him.
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"I just...I wondered exactly where I stood with you. Passing over my managerial position, of course..."
I cleared my throat before continuing, "Where we stood. If there even is a we, at this point."
I didn't want to tell him that I couldn't entirely remember what had been said in regards to our relationship, the last time we spoke. I knew I'd said far too much, but I always did when I took that many pills. I don't think he knew that, though, and I'd rather he didn't find out.
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What--what was he talking about? We'd ended it. Hadn't we? I started racking my brain, we'd had to have ended it. I could remember something, at some point about that.
I sat up and moved to the bedroom door. I looked outstide of it and then quietly closed it, before turning back to him.
"What do you mean?"
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I hated the way I sounded, so stiff and formal. But I couldn't make myself relax. I was terrified I'd fall to pieces if I relaxed even a little.
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