I swear, as soon as things actually start to go well for me, something like this happens. Vivi went out this afternoon to the store a five minute walk from here to get some groceries, and still hasn't come back. Sorta. The thing is, I called her at about 6, 45 minutes after she left, to ask her where the hell she was. I recorded a transcript of our conversation.
C: Where are you? You've been gone ages. Is everything alright?
V: What do you mean? I'm in the apartment. I thought you must have gone out while I was gone...
C: I'm in the apartment as well. I can't see you anywhere...
V: Neither. I'm going to try leaving the apartment, see if that does anything.
C: If it doesn't, I'll try.
V: Okay the-
*phones goes dead. About ten seconds later it rings again.*
V: I can't leave.
V: I can't leave the apartment. If I try to go through the front door I end up coming into the living room from the bedroom.
V: I can't leave. My only avenue to anyone is my cellphone, which has 2 hours of battery left, and the laptop. I keep glancing over my shoulder because I know It's coming.
V: If I don't make it out, I love you. More than I can put words to. More than anyone could.
C: I love you too. Promise you'll survive.
V: No promises, love.
*she hangs up here.*
She always has to have the last word. And now this apartment is full of reminders of her and her lack of presence. The silence is eating me. I just want to hear her voice again and see her smile and feel her fingers intertwined with mine again. That's all I want now.
I can't think of anything else.