He’s Gone!

By Lucy Mitchell

 

Ah heck, it’s been almost a week and he hasn’t called. He knows where I am, he knows I’d go to Susan’s flat. I miss him and his hard head he can be so stubborn and he didn’t even listen to me just saw what he wanted to see. I tried to tell him about Jeff, he’s my cousin and he’s gay. No Andy just had to storm out of the bar. It really got out of hand, one thing and another, I got so mad at him and just left. Now that I think about it that was crazy, I should have thrown him out, it is my flat…it’s my flat…I’m going back and if he still wants to fight, he can go this time. Or maybe we’ll make up.

I don’t like working at the deli, I should never have quit the restaurant…yeah it was in a fit of madness. I couldn’t see working along side him, aw I love the guy…I love him. Maybe I’ll stop by there, get a cup of coffee and see how he is.

Angie said he quit and left a couple of days ago, oh man Andy, what have you done you had a good job there, your hours would have come back, that stringy kid isn’t gonna stick.

His car’s not around, Angie said it died whatever that means; maybe he’s got it in a garage somewhere. I hope he’s here when I open the door I really want to hold him…

Okay so the wardrobe door is open and his stuff is gone, I’m gonna cry man oh man am I gonna cry. Oh Andy…no Andy.

I know, sitting here in this empty place crying is not going to help me. I have to find him somehow I will find him, he’s got to know I love him how could he just walk out like that. I’ve looked all over and there’s no note or anything, he left nothing of his behind except a couple of books.

It’s dark now and he ain’t going to be coming through that door, I’m not going to hear him giggle, I’m not going to see those eyes tonight, I’m not going to feel his body next to mine. I have to find you Andy.

I can’t believe it…he’s gone!