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With No You

Chapter 1. He Left With No Goodbye

I sat there, wondering if he'd ever come back. After I wiped off the invisible sweat of my face, a couple of times, I decided I'd go and make my luggage for I had waited long enough for him and now I had to move on. So, I stood up and moved forward the desk where my bag was placed on. I began to put stuff I wanted to bring more and more quickly into my bag. So, by the end I was practically throwing things in it. Maybe the rage or the desire to leave this house as fast as possible was urging me to do this. I don't know. I had to be ready for when she came over; Me and Marla had decided to go live together in a small apartment in New York. It was a relief, a pure joy ... And no Tyler around to bother me. Okay, that could sound strange for I was feeling very fine when he was there and that I almost seemed jealous seeing how much I intended on keeping him to myself (and dear God, that was so already the case but I didn't know it at that time) but after having your imaginary friend fight you, you would feel like me (like he's bothering you, if ever that wasn't clear enough).

Oh and, good news! I sleep pretty well now, all my nights. I do not have insomnia anymore and I'm so glad for I know that if I did, Tyler would show up again and such a thing is not wanted ... right?

. . .

Well, I don't really know anymore for somehow... I do miss him. Don't ask me how, I don't know but I know damn well that I miss those eyes, looking straight at me and only at me... Okay, okay! Stop! Now, Jack!

I stopped my activity for a few seconds and leant against my bag. It was full now. I was ready to leave. Only, would I be able to leave this place without Tyler? I mean, he was such something to me... I couldn't believe I was so close to leaving this place since it held the most beautiful and interesting moments of my life. How could I leave this place without him, without looking back at all that we were... together? And this, with no intention of getting him back, no. It was almost impossible, and yet... I wiped off the now so present sweat of my face (mostly due to my deep questioning about my life and the physical activity I've been doing for the past 15 minutes) and...

I grabbed the handles of my bag.

I wanted to cry, so bad. So bad that I could run to any stranger on the street and cry. But I know I would not do it even though it would help me greatly. I should go back to those social clubs.

So as I said, I grabbed my bag and I simply wanted to cry... Until I heard small sounds I knew so well coming from the kitchen's doorframe.

My eyes widened up and I turned round to look at the one who had left me with no goodbye some weeks ago... He was so sure of himself and that showed while I, was feeling smaller and smaller in front of him and with no control over myself.

I wished this would end soon...

I was so stressed.

What could he add to keep me? ... Not much, I guess.