"Aaron. Aaron. Speak to me. Please."
I rubbed his shoulder, but he sat there in a daze. I shook him, but he remained silent. I then whispered in his ear. "Stay here. I'm going to get help."
"Aaron. Aaron. Speak to me. Please."
I rubbed his shoulder, but he sat there in a daze. I shook him, but he remained silent. I then whispered in his ear. "Stay here. I'm going to get help."
I spent most of the afternoon crying. I just sat there wiping tears and sniffling the whole time. I expected Vince to come through the door at any moment. I imagined we would both apologize and laugh it off like usual. We hadn't exactly fought like this before, but we couldn't stay mad at each other. We just couldn't, could we? I waited and waited, but he never came back. I laid back and closed my puffy tear-filled eyes just for a moment, but slipped into the peacefulness of sleep. There I was transported into nonsensical dreams and flashes of familiar faces making cameos in them.