Jarmyn starts putting his boots on so I guess he's probably going to leave. And the thought hurts cuz it's my fault. But I can't- I don't think I can stand to keep going. I need to be alone for awhile. His words show me I was right; he is thinkin' a going. If you want me gone, I'll go, He says real quiet.

Now he's the one won't look. I find myself blinking when he asksCan I come back tomorrow, or is this for good? I feel...I don't know what I feel actually. I want him gone right now but I don't want him gone for good. I want...I dunno. Maybe I want to explain. Or something. Instead of sayin' it, I just wave a hand in his direction and put the pile of clothes on the bed. "Yeah. Course you can come back. I just need some space is all."