What Separates Me and You

Chapter 1 Afraid of Being Forgotten

Josephine Vance stared at the clock on the wall. By the time it struck 12, the food on the table had gone cold again.

She took the dishes into the kitchen and reheated them once more.

At 12.50 am, the doorknob turned, and she turned to see that Lewis Alvarez had returned.

His face showed subtle signs of drunkenness as he walked toward her, his suit jacket slung on his arm.

Josephine stood up and poured him a glass of water to help him sober up, but he knocked it over the minute she reached out. Then, he grabbed her chin and kissed her on the lips.

The smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of a woman’s perfume hit her as he approached. She tried to push him away, but he ended up carrying her straight into the bedroom.

The man carelessly threw her onto the bed and leaned over without saying a word.

Josephine bit her lip and silently endured the act, turning her head to stare at the potted plant in the corner of the room.

There was no emotion, only lust and take.

The man grabbed her face and gazed deeply into her eyes, lightly stroking her face with his fingers. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” he asked.

Josephine stared straight at him with watery eyes. He knew she wouldn’t speak. She was mute.

would still ask her every

to tell if he was humiliating her or expressing his

tilted her head to nuzzle it against his palm

the only way she could comply with him in

to wash them over. He grabbed her hand and

…

was already bright outside. The space next to her in bed was empty,

was putting on the last garment, the phone

through the bathroom door and then at the phone screen.

from Sierra Woods. “You left?”

time, looking for

Josephine froze.

Lewis walked out with a towel wrapped

hair was hanging down, dripping. Drops of water gathered on his chest and trickled along the lines of his

and lowered her head to button

to the bed, picked up his phone, and glanced at the woman who was dressing

“You saw it?”

curled into a smile, and she shook her head.

me. We’ll be like how we used to be, and I will take

fall

she saw

whether she was

were not cared for had no

contrary, her love and emotions

was afraid that he, too, would stomp on her heart.