Sometime after the sun went down I finally move from my petrified state and do the dishes on auto pilot. All the time everything he said going through my head. He was right this is the aftermath. There was a lot of fall out going into rehab, there would be a lot more when I tell my parents I am not a robot you can program. That was going to be ugly. But this is the important things to clear up. The is the mess I made and though I wish I could fast forward through it I can't and so I fall asleep praying what next comes to me. I was so lost for so long I for once am praying to the fates to step in.
Turns out I have some time to sort it out on my own though. I don't see him again for almost two weeks. When I do it is not a warm and fuzzy he gives me. I stone cold look as the elevator doors close. No emotion at all. I pocket that away.
The next time is a few days later, it's a meeting he has to be at, this time I don't get to see any look because he makes sure he is facing away.
The third time he is looking at his phone, he doesn't see me. He looks hurt, lost, sad.
The fourth time is when I tap on his opened office door, dinner in hand. This time he looks shocked.
