He tried to stay away to give her time to adjust to her new life. But every minute he was away from her was worse than dying. He felt like she was slipping away. Frankly, he was afraid to lose her forever.
"No, that was not happening." He just could not let it happen without doing something about it. He did not want to mope inside his apartment and sulk at work.
He had to do something.
"Damn it!" He guessed he did not think this through, as somehow, his feet dragged him out of his bed.
Then, the next thing he knew, he had driven in the middle of the night and parked on the side of the dark pavement, watching the apartment across the street like a Goddamn stalker.
It was bad enough that he had driven late at night to bring her stuff. He could not do that again. He realized that he was only making things worse for him.
