I woke up the next morning, dripping in sweat, with Will lying beside me. I looked at his peaceful face, his smooth skin, his tasty lips. I admired him but I did not love him. I didn't if I had loved him before but I was sure that even if I had I would feel something, even if it wasn't quite love, for him. Yet as I sat staring at him I wondered would I care if he wasn't here? would he notice if I left?
I studied the room. It had a double bed, two chest of drawers and a wardrobe. Clothes lay all over the floor, dishes piled high, ashrays overflowed on the ground, empty bottles of alcohol covered the mess. How could I have lived like this? I had to get out of there so I dressed and ran out the door. It was raining.