No, she didn't want him involved

I might have given him a week, but when he left the bedroom, Peter informed me that he would be leaving by Monday. I was surprised that he was able to arrange that so fast, but apparently it took only a few tears over his breakup for his parents to accept paying for him to take a month long vacation in the coast, so he could emotionally recover over the heartbreak. According to him, he got lucky over his dad picking up the phone, as he had also gone trough a similar experience of a relationship being ended due to incompatible orientation.

When I asked him about what he would do with all the dolls and other crap around the apartment, he uncharacteristically sparred me the discussion about the intrinsic value of action figures and instead told me that he already got in contact with a moving company to move his stuff into a storage tomorrow. I was a little taken back by how he was getting all of this done so quickly. Maybe our relationship ending was just what he needed to get his crap together. Which was irritating, but I don't think we could have lasted with Pixie always being in the corner off my eye and sexily rattling her chains so I would pay attention to her curvy body.

I did consider the idea of telling him about my new powers, but I ended up scrapping it after admitting it would be pointless. It's not like I would trust him, of all people, to advice me on what to do with it. And what would we get out of it, then? Him wanting me to get him a new girl to spend that vacation with? I'm pretty sure he could find someone else just fine on his own without me having to forcefully altering a woman's mind just so he could get his dick wet. Specially since he was leaving so soon, anyways.

I really didn't feel like cooking tonight, so we ordered pizza. We spent the night reminiscing about the old times, the ones before we did something dumb like dating. Talked about old pranks he pulled, those times I saved his ass from getting fired, inside jokes that we perfectly remembered and others that we had forgotten.

As we ran out of food, he decided to ask me about moments, where in retrospective, he should have realized I was a lesbian. It felt bad lying to him about how I had been totally cheeking a girl out in so many occasions, but the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if I hadn't been telling the truth when I said that I repressed the possibility of me being into girls in the past. In quite a few of them, if I had forgotten that we were talking about me, it sounded so obvious that I wanted to ask him how he could think that this lady was possibly straight.

Since we didn't know how tired we would be tomorrow at night, or on Monday's morning we decided to pretend that this would be our goodbye, and watched our special movie. It was anything but special, it was a foreign film that our boss at the hardware store had, for some reason, a VHS of. The cover of an alien holding a gun that shot a javelin into a woman's ass had intrigue us from the moment we saw it, and after hours of searching it online, we found what perhaps was the dumbest movie of all time. It felt appropriate to watch it one last time. He and Pixie simultaneously made a joke about me being so traumatized by the scene in the movie where the javelin hits the woman that I turned gay, and the timing somehow turned a shitty joke into one that made me lose it for minutes.

Once the movie was over, we said our goodbyes, as I went to the bed and he fit his covers over the couch. On Sunday I helped him pack. Not much happened that day, to be honest. It felt like it flew by. He burn breakfast for us, after we decided we might as well make it into a pizza only day. Despite the good food, neither one felt too excited that day. Even Pixie's company didn't help me much, as I asked her to lay low for the day so I wouldn't accidentally forget that I was the only one I could see her. She went somewhere, not sure where, but she seemed really happy when she returned at night, which was nice. Having spent all the good memories yesterday, and knowing that the real goodbye would be tomorrow morning, we just wished sweet dreams for each other, as I went to sleep together (and just that, for now) with Pixie for the second night in a row. When I woke up the following morning, I saw a note by the bed. Peter had decided to leave without saying goodbye to my face.

I sighed. I didn't think that we were going to back to being friends, then. Honestly... It was probably for the better. I wanted the man out of my life for a reason, it would be stupid to want him to hang around the perimeter without ever actually being involved. If I had loved him, that was long ago. And as I stroked her hair, I knew that I was now with someone far better. If I somehow ever forget that, I would only need to look at the reality ring to remember that I was in a new chapter, a better chapter of my life.

Though that new chapter generated new questions, such as...