Dyspathyx wrote:
mikey climbed out of his shower, running his hand through his hair. he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, whistling a tune he was making up. as he walked out to his bedroom, he found himself thinking of gina. he sighed softly, sitting on his bed.
tabitha was rushing around, cleaning up the last little bits. dusting here, polishing there. she didn't want him to suspect anything, he needed to believe everything was like normal. in reality, she'd packed all of her belongings bar a few, that she would grab later, into a bag, and hidden it. she couldn't be there anymore, and planned to leave.