One-shot Please R&R
Couldn't EvenStay.
He left first thing this morning. The bag on his shoulder, and keys in his hand. She watched from the window, needing him to turn around and look at her just once. He didn't.
He had gone down to the garage that housed Scott's bikes and closed the door that led to it, shifting his body through the doorway as he went through.
She knew he would leave, sometime. It was in his blood, that wanderer blood that at this moment she hated so much. She even wished that he would take her with him. But no, he didn't do that either.
And as she watched a figure speed away from the mansion she wished he had told her he loved her. But how could he, when he couldn't even stay?
