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Deacon

On Monday , the driver picked us up and returned us to the city

The ical weekend was over

It fucking hurt

Derek looked out theduring the drive, e pine trees, the boulders, the mountainsides Once ere in the city, he didn’t sees, so he pulled out one of his books

He and I were the same

We arrived at the building, and Matt grabbed our bags and carried them to the condo

I didn’t have much time with Derek because Cleo would take him away any minute

When we got to us and Brussels sprouts

He ate without complaint, but he preferred the pizza we’d had all weekend

I sat across fro further into my stomach as the clock ticked away I barely had a few days with hih I wanted him every day, wanted to take him to the cabin every weekend

He finished his food then sat there “When do I have to go?”

“Soon”

A knock sounded on the door

“Now”

Derek looked just as sad as I did

I moved to the front door “Come in, Cleo”

She stepped inside, wearing her pencil skirt and blouse, back to her professionalishting up at the sight of me “I wish I were here for a better reason…”

I turned back to Derek “Come on”

He left the dining table and grabbed his suitcase, wheeling it with him “Hey, Cleo”

She smiled “Hey, Derek” She pulled back the sleeve of her blouse and checked the tiive you a few minutes…” She turned away

I kneeled in front of hioodbye to him, I cried in the back seat of the car on the way to the airport, so distraught I didn’t care about the driver’s opinion Now I had to do it again