The house stayed shut for days. ||
Sunlight streamed in through the –
r windmes, catching
te the floating
ng dast like i
tiny ghosts.
Tlowen still chung to the fantasy that her life could somehow be “happy” ||
She kept showing up with flowers. []
Derry time, Cassian turned her away
Even when he opened the door, it was just to yell at her and slee it in her face. []
They were finally equals–tee people equally lost.
Time passed, and the house formed to chaos–no more neat lines, no more polished floors. ||
In his mind. I was still sitting by the couch, talking with him about baby names. ||
The windows were decorated with colorful stickers–not for any holiday. [
Just because I liked them.
And I thought nur baby would like them too. []
The half–assembled crib sull sat in the bedrooms.
We’d tried following the manual but barely made it halfway. [
But
Thit that was okay. [
It was clumsy, I
- r. but kind of sweet. []
Just like every new p
pareant’s first attempt at building a future.
Then, came a knock–loud, offer
Cassian threw open the door, nlready fuming–[]
tily to
› find a paperboy standing there. [
“Ul, is this Miss Seraphina’s place?~|
Cassian took a step forward, blocking the entrance.[]
“What’s this aboun
“Oh! She said she’s going abroad, so she won’t be needing the magazine deliveries anymore.“[]
But she still had money left on her account, so here’s this month’s issue,”
she asked me to drop it off.“||
Cassian grabbed the boy’s shoulder.
“The said she went abroad?” ||
Yeah! She was real happy that day–said she’d bring us back souvenirs.
“You didn’t know?“[
Cassian’s eyes went wide. []
talled everyone who’d ever known me. ||
And finally, he found out where I’d gone. []
it was just a desperate man chasing a ghost
He jumped on the next flight out, just like the day I left. ||
Tidgeting, sweating, panicked–like a man running toward a door that was already closing ||
When I finally opened the door, and we locked eyes-
The sight before him was a blow straight to the chest.
I wasn’t alone anymore.[]
But I also didn’t have any baggage left behind,
I’d already promised forever to someone new–a kind, foreign gentleman. []
But we smiled at him politely, chatting casually at the doorway. []
That stung more than any insult
Because I had truly moved on.
No hitterness. Ne lingering love.
Nothing he did—no pain, no regret–mamered anymore.[]
He turned away like a dog doused in cold water.
And I was the one who shut that door–for good.
Cassian flew back to the States alone.
Back to that empty, ice–cold house. []
A few wilting boroquets still sat at his doorstep.
Before he could even get inside, the phone rang, loud and grating.||
