I miss him.
Not the drama, not the anxiety, not the fear... it's lovely knowing that he's safe and looked after without me... it stops me worrying at work, worrying when he's not here, worrying when he is here but is acting odd... I just miss having someone around. It's so quiet it's creepy.
I suppose I've been missing him for a lot longer, though - even if he was physically here, making noise and taking up space, it's been a long time since he was actually present. I miss the friend who knew all our secret little jokes, the friend I could sit in silence with and just feel content, not worried about what he was thinking. I think he's still there, somewhere, buried under a pile of misery.
I went into the room, took away the razorblades, the bloodsoaked bedsheets - they're going in the bin - I should have replacements somewhere - I know there are a few tricks to getting it out, but really, I'm not some skivvy, I don't even know why I'm doing this much. I just... don't want him to get all this rest and come back and be instantly reminded of what went down. Plus, his mam was going to come pick up some things, and I didn't want to shock her anymore than she already has been.
I took the alcohol, didn't pour it out, just moved it away. I didn't bother doing anything to the cigarettes, it's not like it'll help. Really, as much as I hate it, the smoking is the least of my worries.
I've been just... keeping back, giving him space. Finding a balance between abandoning him and smothering him - he knows I care, of course.
I went to bed at 9.30pm - everything just built up and I couldn't keep my eyes open. He text me just before midnight, and it was like being pulled out of deep water, I gasped and shot up. I'd forgotten how early I'd gone to bed. It just said 'nos da' (Welsh for good night), which made me smile fondly. Even if it woke me up, and now I might not get back to sleep! No, no... I think I will... I can feel my eyes drooping as I type, eager for a few more hours - good to know I have over seven, and I've already slept three! Yes, I could definitely sleep again.
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