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Dan

"What color do you think I should get?" Kaya asked as she held some paint samples. She held up a medium blue and then alternated it with a deep purple. "I think the creamy yellow looks best because it's neutral, but it's so boring. What do you think?"

Kaya has been out of the hospital for three days now. The doctors had kept her there for three long weeks as opposed to the original two weeks, but they needed to make sure the pills they prescribed were working. She described those weeks as the worst of her life.

Whatever new prescription they put her on seemed to work, but not quite. No more mania or depression, but she seemed to act more like a zombie. I know she feels it too. Foods that she used to devour are just meh now. She doesn't even get excited about watching Pokemon reruns on Netflix anymore. She tells me she's trying to find a good match, but I think her original Prozac prescription was fine. But it's her body, I suppose.

I missed her so much while she was in there. Visiting hours were horrible (only Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and only between four to seven in the evening) so I couldn't see her often.

In these past three days, she's apologized profusely for not telling me she moved here. No matter how many times I tell her I'm not mad at all, she continued.

Though, I have to admit, it did sting a little to find out she didn't tell me about the move. I know I upset her at the airport, but I didn't intend to. Sure, she also didn't intend to hurt me by not telling me of the move, but what other reaction would there be? Did she expect me to like "oh yeah not talking to me for months after we slept together and then purposely not telling me you moved to my city, yeah totally fine by me".

I try to tell myself she had a break and wasn't herself, who can blame me for feeling this way? I showed her the most vulnerable parts of myself and then ignores me. When she talks about it, it seems like she thinks I'm the one that ignored her, but I definitely tried to converse with her.

Anyway, after buying a forest green paint color, we went back to her flat where we spent the rest of the night. She even offered to cook dinner but all she had was some Ramen noodles and instant rice so we just ordered some pizza.

"What are we?" I asked as I put my arm around her shoulder while we watched TV. I tried to push past the slight burn and love her just as I did before.

"Well, we're humans," she laughed.

"You know what I mean. Are we dating? I don't know."

"We'd have to actually go on a date to be dating." She grabbed the last piece of pizza and took a small bite of it.

"So let's go on a date!" I suggested.

"Now?"

"Are you free tomorrow?" I asked. We started planning out our first official date at the cinema.

As nighttime rolled around, I mentioned that I should be getting home.

"Why don't you stay the night?" she suggested. "It's getting late and you said you'd help me paint so now you don't have to take the extra trip out here."

I agreed and she turned off the TV and led me back to her bedroom. She tossed me a pair of basketball shorts that she says she took from Sam months ago, and pointed me to the bathroom. After she had finished her apparent nightly routine, she got into bed and turned off the light.

"Goodnight, Dan," she said.

"Goodnight, Kaya," I said, giving her a quick kiss before I rolled over on my stomach and fell asleep.