Hello, and Maybe Goodbye
by Ashley Stewart
“Where were you last night?” The question I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. The burning question I needed to know the answer to but yet, did I really want to know the truth? The million dollar question, the one that would make or break me, the question that has an answer which would determine if I stay or leave. It was late, getting close to midnight on a warm summer night. I was wide awake, lying in my empty bed which felt cold even though it was June. My mind was racing over the fact that he hadn’t called or even sent me a text since nine. He said he was out with the boys, but I couldn’t help it, my mind was getting the best of me. He said he was going to be back by eleven, yet there is no sign of him anywhere. The porch light was still on and the garage door hadn’t moved since he left. Maybe he just got carried away and lost track of time, maybe his phone died and he’s on his way home, but that just isn’t like him. My stomach was turning at the thought of him being somewhere else, not with friends, but alone with someone else.
I looked at my phone probably about twenty times in the last hour, waiting for a message or phone call that might not even appear. “He probably just lost track of time,” I said to myself as I turned over and stared at the blank wall trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I was so eager to hear the chime of my phone, a sign of communication. I had this nagging feeling in the back of my head that he was not with his friends, that he was not celebrating his brother’s birthday, but I didn’t want to be that person. I didn’t want to be that person to call or text him when he was out with friends. I didn’t want to be the person who was overthinking everything.
I woke up the next morning, turned around, and he was there. I had no idea what time he came home, but I know I didn’t fall asleep until two in the morning. So now, as the morning sun was shining my eyes, I was debating what to do. Do I ask, “Where were you last night?” or do I just keep quiet and pull myself out of bed? Still debating what to do, I got up and went straight into the kitchen to brew a hot fresh cup of joe to help me relax a little. Ten minutes later, I heard him starting to slowly wake up and my heart skipped a beat. I was still contemplating what to do. He came into the kitchen and immediately came over to me and kissed me. I was about to start yelling when he looked into my eyes and said, “I am sorry.”
by Ashley Stewart
“Where were you last night?” The question I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. The burning question I needed to know the answer to but yet, did I really want to know the truth? The million dollar question, the one that would make or break me, the question that has an answer which would determine if I stay or leave. It was late, getting close to midnight on a warm summer night. I was wide awake, lying in my empty bed which felt cold even though it was June. My mind was racing over the fact that he hadn’t called or even sent me a text since nine. He said he was out with the boys, but I couldn’t help it, my mind was getting the best of me. He said he was going to be back by eleven, yet there is no sign of him anywhere. The porch light was still on and the garage door hadn’t moved since he left. Maybe he just got carried away and lost track of time, maybe his phone died and he’s on his way home, but that just isn’t like him. My stomach was turning at the thought of him being somewhere else, not with friends, but alone with someone else.
I looked at my phone probably about twenty times in the last hour, waiting for a message or phone call that might not even appear. “He probably just lost track of time,” I said to myself as I turned over and stared at the blank wall trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I was so eager to hear the chime of my phone, a sign of communication. I had this nagging feeling in the back of my head that he was not with his friends, that he was not celebrating his brother’s birthday, but I didn’t want to be that person. I didn’t want to be that person to call or text him when he was out with friends. I didn’t want to be the person who was overthinking everything.
I woke up the next morning, turned around, and he was there. I had no idea what time he came home, but I know I didn’t fall asleep until two in the morning. So now, as the morning sun was shining my eyes, I was debating what to do. Do I ask, “Where were you last night?” or do I just keep quiet and pull myself out of bed? Still debating what to do, I got up and went straight into the kitchen to brew a hot fresh cup of joe to help me relax a little. Ten minutes later, I heard him starting to slowly wake up and my heart skipped a beat. I was still contemplating what to do. He came into the kitchen and immediately came over to me and kissed me. I was about to start yelling when he looked into my eyes and said, “I am sorry.”