Moving On

I wake up once more to stare at the ceiling, alone. The other half of the bed lays empty, and has for few days now.

I don't know where Victoria went. It was probably my own fault for letting our fight go to far, but I was so frustrated and laid out all my grievances. I let it all go, it felt great. But I thought she was bluffing when she started packing a bag.

I haven't seen her since. And neither has her family, or so they say.

So here I am. Alone.

Buzzzzz. Buzzzzz. Buzzzzz.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand beside me. My heart jumps. Is it her?

I lurch over and snatch the buzzing device.

The caller ID reads Alice. It's her older sister.

Alice's a real nice gal. Only a year older than Victoria, and could almost pass for her twin. A lot calmer in her demeanor, though. Sometimes I wonder if maybe Alice and I would have been a better match. But she was married at the time, so that's just a day dream.

My mind snaps back to the present. I wonder why she would be calling? but do I really feel like talking?