ing, the rout

d. I' d run out and grab her a breakfast burrito from the place down the street. I

to

laptop and started working on a new level design for the game I was developing. The

ten, hungover and squinting against the

coff

not looking up

cupboards. A few minutes later, she came back

aid, her tone a clear invitation for a fight.

h. Tell him not to drive buzz

I could feel her staring at the back of my head, willing

idn

that afternoon. I was

ed, as if this was breaking news. "He's a mess. I'm going

andmine. I would have argued, pleaded

gged on my jacket.

ound. I just closed the door behind me and left her standing there, alone in the quiet apartment. The loss