Page 366 of The First Time
Went into work early. Will be home by 8 P.M. if you want to stick around. If not, take a cab and use my credit card. I insist.
Help yourself to anything.
- Blake
Home by eight. Nice and early. A solid twelve hours away.
I dig around the kitchen. There's coffee, tea, cereal, milk. That's about it. There's plenty to do in this area of town. Hell, I could spend the whole day in the park. I could spend half of it at the Met.
But I'm not rearranging my day around Blake. As nice as his place is, as much as I want to wander around Central Park, I'm not staying here.
I fix myself cereal and coffee and sit on the balcony. It's warmer today, but there's still a chill. I wrap myself in a blanket and doodle the view in every direction.
I'll miss this apartment.
I'll miss Blake more.
I try to shut out the thought, but it sticks in my mind.
The only thing worse than staying with him is leaving.
