“When are you going to be home?” I hate the way my voice sounds as I ask. My tone is almost pleading and the expression on his face is one of annoyance. I make sure to stay out of his way as I follow him around the house as he gets ready to leave.
He hasn’t answered my question, but in a way he has.
“For dinner, I was thinking of making your favorite. You know, t-”
“I have to go,” he says. He doesn’t so much as kiss me, rather he palms the back of my head and pulls my forehead into his lips.
And then he’s gone.
I watch him leave. I miss him and I wish he never returns.
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I watch the pool boy from the window. I didn’t even know we had a pool boy, or that we even needed one. But then again, I’ve never lived in a mansion before, either.
What to say about him…he has blonde hair and blue eyes, decently built… there’s nothing too remarkable attractive about him. He wouldn’t stand out on a college campus crowd.