Rose stares as he rolls over and sits up on the edge of the bed. His pale skin is marked by thin lines, red from her nails.
He leans over to pick up his discarded clothes and sighs. “Goodnight.”
She presses her lips together as he stands, swallowing against the tight, choked feeling that makes her eyes teary. Her fingers clutch the sheet covering her naked skin, still sticky and wet between her thighs, as he dresses.
Jobs and a two bedroom flat; this is what they are now, far from the life they knew before.
Stay, she doesn’t say.