Marc woke up feeling almost like the
Blue Man
. He felt something strange, something bad. It was nice with her all the west. But the closer she got the more intense her feelings did.
And he felt them all.
Regret and shame. So many mistakes. She ran away instead of facing anything, and now what will she come back too. He knew her husband wasn't looking for her. He knew that he'd be angry when she came back. How could he not? If he wasn't then he wouldn't have cared.
"You okay?"
"What oh yeah of course."
"You're making that face. Like when your sad or something i don't know or somewhere else. Where are you Marc Love? Come back to me." She said while gently rocking him from the shoulder.
He was there, but also in the head of
Imogen Howe
flying 70 mph back to
Westcity
surviving only off slim jims and coffee.
They'd been seeing each other almost everyday. Sometimes she'd stay at his, never him at hers. She just didn't want her roommates to judge.
They were going to go to bar soon. A local one but in another town. She liked that he did this.
