I didn't dream last night.
I drifted between wary consciousness and restless sleep. My thoughts were of him, and us, and HER. I awoke to dawn creeping in and the house creaking as it's morning inhabitants stirred.
Something was about to happen.
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I joined him for morning coffee and knew it was our last. I stare into his eyes, dark and empty as water and try to read his mind but there is nothing there.
I add sugar to my bitter coffee and shudder as the cold day traces its fingers down my back. We make small talk about dinner, the weather, and plans for the weekend but our voices sound so thin the words might fall and shatter around us at any time.
He leaves the house and I am alone again.
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