It was moving day today, and she was not looking forward to it. Ever since she told him, they both just sort of ignored it, like if they didn't speak about it, it would never become a reality. But the day had finally arrived and she felt an unusual sense of dread toward it. She wanted to move, she wanted to get away from this town and the memories it held, and she wanted to give her kids a better life, a life that didn't consist of other children pointing at them and whispering to their friends. She hoped it would be better, she hoped this didn't follow her and her family around to wherever they tried to escape, but she had a feeling that she may never be able to get over it. She, her children, were forever tainted.
Many people had asked her if she needed help with moving, but of course they were probably hoping she would say no, so of course she politely declined to save everyone the trouble. She did call him, though.
She wondered if maybe it would have been better to just make a clean break from town, and leave without saying goodbye or telling him exactly where she was going, to save her the tears of realizing that she was losing the one thing in her life that had gotten her through this. She didn't know if she would get worse without him because she was quite stable now, though she had been seeing him quite a lot. Still in his hotel room, with no indication that he was planning on moving out of that room anytime soon.
When he arrived, he was a bit more disheveled than she usually saw him. Still in the suit, but his shirt was half-tucked and his tie sloppily fixed around his neck. She was legitimately concerned that he did not own any other pieces of clothing. He was rubbing at his eyes, and yawning as he approached her.
"Oh come on, it's not that early." she said as she opened an arm up to guide him into the house. "Coffee?" The look he gave her after she asked that question was one to keep for the memory books. Oh how she never realized how much more grumpy he would be in the mornings, right after he woke up. "Well, it's the only thing going so drink or be tired."
"I'm awake already, I'll be fine." his words were slightly slurring as he sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes in a manner that was too long to be a blink. She prepared her coffee and took a seat on the sofa next to him. His eyes were permanently closed now, and she took the opportunity to drink every one of his features in, like a warm cup of coffee. She watched as he breathed in and out, and as his head slowly descended and jerked slightly up again, then he gave a big sigh and settled into the sofa cushions, placing the pillow that was at the end behind his head. She smiled to herself as she continued to watch him breathe for a while longer before she realized that it was creepy and she got up and went to the almost-packed boxes to make herself look and sound busy.
"Most everything is packed in these boxes, but some movers are coming by and they need to be loaded into the van when they get here." There was no response. She looked over to him and saw he had changed position and was now lying flat on the length of the sofa. She smiled and grabbed a blanket from one of the boxes and threw it over him.