Some quiet time

She crumpled the letter up and put it back into her bathrobe, went into her bedroom, and got dressed.

Later, the doorbell rang and she strode into the living room to answer it. “Coming!”, she said.

The door opened and he was there.

“Go away.” she said.

“I won’t. I had to see you.”

“She knows.”

“I know.”

“And yet you’re here. I loved you but I can’t do it anymore. I’m picturing your wife, writing that letter, crying, like I cried today. It ripped her fucking heart out. We did that. I did that. I was a fool.”

“I love you, don’t say that.”

“I already did. Please go Matt. I can’t, just, go. No more.” She stood there, the door wide open and she stared at him for a long time. He was wearing the shoes she had bought him. He smelled great. He walked past her into the apartment and she closed the door.