The house shakes with each gust of wind, the thunder echoing throughout the empty house, and I stare out into the dark wondering if I’ll ever see him again.
It was a minor disagreement that led to him storming out of the house. I could have stopped him from leaving but part of me was uncertain if I wanted him to remain. Now the part of me that remained silent misses him…
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