"Thank you."
Jamie gave the cashier a small smile as the all of his groceries were packed into two thin plastic bags.
He carefully collected the bags from the cashier with trembling fingers. His fingers were cold, he wasn't sure if it was from the air conditioning or the exhaustion that hadn't left him in a week.
He stepped out of the grocery store and into the late afternoon air.
The sky was pale and the air was light. It was a really nice weather, unlike his gloomy self.
His phone beeped in his hand and he managed to unlock it to check.
Jett:
Baby please can we talk?
Jamie stared at the screen for a long time.
His chest tightened and he swallowed the bile that threatened to rise up his throat.
A week. It's been a whole damn week.
A week since he'd run without listening. He didn't know what Jett wanted to talk about.
An explanation? A confession? A goodbye?
