So I'm in my house, sick, yes sick, 3rd day in a row I have to stay home, I never spend this much time in my house...I can't even go to class, or training or work...it sucks, I needed a break but I wasn't asking to get sick...

Anywho, my rambling is just to let you guys know that I'm a bit out of imagination for the chapters I need to finish, I can only go bit by bit since I've got a killer headache, and yesterday's bit by bit resulted in another drabble.

It's connected with "Denial", hope you guys like it.

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Cerulean Suitcase

He was never good with goodbyes.

His eyes always found something more interesting than those dreadful words and his hands and feet seemed to take control as he found himself in another direction, a direction that assured him not saying those words.

He had seen a shrink about it, well not just about that, but it had come up at one point or another.

Afraid of abandonment.

That was what his shrink had said about it, he could still remember how her lips were pursed into a thin line and her black-rimmed glasses were just a bit too low on the bridge of her nose as she pronounced those words.

Afraid of abandonment.

So basically, he was scared to death that someone would leave him; or at least that was how he had seen it, the technicalities of a name forgotten.

They had actually explored into that for about two or three months, anyone from his mother to his own shadow was brought into question; and still they couldn't find the reason.

One day she had asked one simple question:

"Do you fly, Michael?"

He frowned and then shook his head, realizing, for the first time in twenty-five years, that he had never flown out of California, yes he traveled around, but mostly in his car or someone else's.

"Do you like suitcases, Michael?"

Again he frowned and shook his head, he had never owned a suitcase in his life, even when he had been sent to PCA, everything was brought in boxes and he just had a two (sometimes three) hour ride to school.

He left that day, paying the shrink a bit more than before, and walked to his house, not even bothering that his car was parked in front of the office he had been in just five minutes ago.

When he reached his apartment he looked around the bitter, cold white and noticed a single cerulean suitcase in the middle of it; an expensive women's purse on top of it. He walked towards it but stopped as he heard loud shuffling coming from the end of the hallway.

Instinctively he turned to walk away, but something urged him to go inside and take a look at who was still (in paper, at least) his wife.

Maybe he's now better with goodbyes.

At least that's was his shrink is currently saying to him as she smiled.

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So that's it, a bit longer than the others but it was necessary, I'm still not completely satisfied with the end but it works for now.

What did you think?

Still sick,

-Kath