He immediately answered the call. The woman’s sobs were clearly audible in the quiet night.
“Theo, I’m scared of being alone at home. Can you come back to me? I’m hiding in my room and afraid to go out. I miss you… Theo, do you not love me anymore?”
He comforted her gently while getting up and straightening his clothes. As he headed for the door, he paused and looked back at me.
“Charlotte, do you really have nothing to say?”
“Have a safe trip,” I replied flatly.
Theodore left without saying another word, slamming the door behind him. I knew exactly what he wanted to hear.
He wanted me to beg him to stay. But he seemed to have forgotten that I had pleaded with him every time he had abandoned me before this.
“Can’t you stay?
“I just want you to be here with me.
“Let’s make up.”
I had said those three phrases many times, but the answer had always been the same.
“Charlotte, can’t you just shut up?” As he wished, I never spoke those words again, and now, I never would.
