My Young One (Part Five) [18+]

The gentle tones of piano keys played in the background as I stared at the intricate marble ceiling, hoping that I would just naturally fall asleep. The lights were all off, with only the natural moonlight gently shining through the windows. Everything was cloaked in a faint white light.

It’s a crazy thing how my life ended up like this. Thankfully it was MY life now, not “our” life. All of the nights spend having arguments and yelling at one another were about to come to an end. The sleepless nights wondering when Travis was going to come home. I could do whatever I wanted without having a care.

Staring at the ceiling did nothing to help me drift off, it just made me anxious. I rolled onto my side and stared at the mirror across the room, seeing my faint reflection in it. As I stared I saw my phone light up on the nightstand.

“Who in the world is trying to contact me now?” I asked out loud. I reached over and picked up my phone, noticing the clock: “1:16am.” I tapped the screen to turn it on, quickly seeing an unknown number had sent me a text message. After a few more swipes and presses I read the text.

“Sorry to bother you so late, but could you give me a ride to class tomorrow?”

It took a moment for me to figure out who it was, but once I did, I felt a smile come across my face.

I chuckled, “Good to see she held onto my card.” I replied back, saying I’ll be more than happy to give her a ride. Having pressed send, I put my phone back down and noticed myself in the mirror again.

I wasn’t sure why I felt joy in helping Arianna get to class. Perhaps it was the fact that I had something to do with my time now? Maybe I saw it as a nice distraction from my divorce in the process? Whatever the reason was, I wanted to keep this feeling with me for just a little bit longer.

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