Chapter 23

23

Whenever she leaves me I go numb.

Cold, hard, distant. I draw away because I know I can never have her.

Not really.

Not in the way that I really need to want her.

She stands up from the table and closes her book. I raise both of my eyes to say goodbye.

She nods, I nod, and the world continues spinning.

I think she moves me more than I can admit.

And there lie the pieces of another broken typewriter.