“Jeremy, I bought your plane ticket today, I’ll email you the confirmation.” The easy smile on his face turns tense, his eyes shooting to mine. My heart stops. Plane ticket? He’s leaving? When? For how long? Our nightly routine flashes through my head. How am I going to sleep without him? I can’t go back to sleeping alone. I can’t. I need him. Fuck. I try not to let my face show how panicked I am on the inside, but he can read me like a fucking book. The only person I’m fooling is myself and I fucking know it.
