I am all dressed up and getting out of the house.
"Where are you going?" Trevor stands on the second floor balcony looking down at me.
I don't answer him. I do stop though, my hand on the knob. I'm going out, I have been in for a month now without talking. I need fresh air.
"You haven't talked to me for weeks now and anytime I am with you in the same room as you, you shut me out or not even acknowledge my presence," he says as he approaches me.
"We have gone through something that is traumatic and the worst, we should be here for each other," he continues and stops on the base of the stairs.
I lower my head in contemplation, and then I turn the knob and step out, the door closing behind me. The day is so bright, the rainy days gone long and forgotten under the warm weather.
