Slam.
The door collapsed behind me, and I held my head in my hands and sat the floor, the tears already falling from my face. I'm done. I don't want to do this anymore. I feel like I'm breaking. And before long, I heard her footsteps totter up the hall, just as I expected. "God, I'm so sorry, Matilda, I don't know what I did…" No. No, you know exactly what you did, Anisha. It was the same each time.
"Go away."
I wanted it to come out as a yell, but it only came out as a croak. My throat hurt like hell, just like the time before and the time before that. And each time, I always told her the same thing: "slower". And each time, she ingored me. I'm as important as you, Anisha. There are meant to be two sides to a relationship.
"Let me in," she bleated. "I'm sorry."
"No, you're not."
She wasn't.
I had to let her in eventually. A hotel maid came up and asked what was wrong, and I damn well didn't want to be facing the manager this late. She darted in for a hug as soon as I opened the door, but we both knew the hug was empty, no matter how long it was. I took the opportunity to shut the door as she pulled away, holding me by my shoulders.
"Why do you have to keep pushing me away, love?"
And here we go with the nicknames. "Do you not love me anymore?" And with the guilt.
I shook her off and looked away. I didn't want to be dealing with her guilty face as well. "I do, I just… need my space…"
"You always need your space."
"I wonder why that is!"
I didn't mean to say that last part out loud. I sighed loudly and looked at her with the best hurt face I had the energy for. She was visibly upset. Genuinely upset, even. If only I believed it.
I shook my head and went to the bathroom, leaving her there. Leaving the tap to run, I stared at the mirror. Ł125 I spent on this outfit. I even brought some new eyeliner. Wasted, as usual. I looked like a melting panda. I looked perfect before I went out. Well, not anymore. I dipped my head into the sink to get rid of my makeup, but the sink was full and the water overflowed onto the floor.
Well, at least I can relate to it.
She was already in the bed by the time I got back. It was like a routine; go out, kiss, argue, sleep. It was tiring. I was too tired to get changed now, so I just got into bed, facing the wall. Hey ho, if my jewellery chokes me in my sleep, it's a blessing in disguise.
"Every day, Matilda."
Shut up. I want to get to sleep. I don't need your guilt-tripping.
"I just want to get closer to you, so why am I the outsider?"
"Anisha…"
You could tell she rehearsed this. It was too perfect for her. I put a pillow over my head to drown her out.
"I love you."
I… don't know the answer to that. Do I still love her? It was too late to be asking myself this, so I told her, "I know." That shut her up.
It was raining and the church across the road started chiming. I never learnt how to read church clocks. Anisha could- No. Time for bed.
I went to close my eyes, but they were already shut. I put the pillow back where it belonged, and my face suddenly felt cold. I felt her hand, so I shook it off. I heard a sigh, so I ignored it. We were fine before we went on holiday for the year, then she started acting strange. Forcing herself on me. I wasn't ready to move on yet. She didn't understand that.
She needed to understand that.
I woke up before her for the first time in a month.
Usually she'd be by my side with an apology breakfast, but not today. Today, miraculously, she was still asleep. I was still tired, truth be told, and the thought crossed my mind of going back to sleep. No, this was an opportunity. Break the cycle. Get up and walk out.
I quietly sat up, groggy. My throat still hurt. My head was pounding. I needed to think. Do I really have the heart to pack up and leave? Yes. I'm tired of her. She isn't going to stop. I need her to stop, and at the moment, this looks like the only way I can get through to her. Maybe I'll come back. I don't know. I hope not, but I know I'm not that strong. No, I have to be strong today.
With what little might I had, I grabbed the water on the bedside table and thought up a plan. I had a suitcase, and it had €500 and some clothes in it. Take out the clotes, maybe throw in some food and some extra money, and then go and leave. Great. Brilliant. Now, what food do we have? I set the glass aside and looked in the cupboared. Some Haribos. Well, it'll do. I opened up the suitcase and filled it with necessities; €500 (I couldn't steal off her), Haribos and my plane ticket. Snapping it shut, I held it and tookone last look at Anisha. Maybe we'd meet again on the plane? Well, she was sleeping, so I couldn't say goodbye, could I? I gave her one last kiss on the cheek and went to open the door.
As I turned to shut it, something caught my eye. She was standing, and she was staring at me.
I froze.
She shook her head.
I shut the door.
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