“Is she gone?”

Oliver was walking home. He was worried. Worried that she wouldn’t be there when he got back.

What if she wasn’t. What if she was gone. What would he do then?

Oliver couldn’t say. He had been with her for so long. He couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t together.

What would he do if she was gone?

In the distance, he could see his house. No lights were on, but that didn’t mean that she was gone. She rarely turned on all the lights.

As he waited by the stoplight to cross the street, Oliver thought back about the last few days.

What could he have done to make it better? What had he done to make it the way it was now.

He couldn’t see much that he could have done. Maybe this was it. Maybe her leaving would be the best thing for the both of them.

But it couldn’t be. He couldn’t be alone, not now. He loved her too much.

Oliver walked up the stairs to his door with a heavy heart. Was she in there?

He unlocked the door.

“I’m home” he yelled and waited for an answer.

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