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I woke up with puffy eyes and a headache the next morning. This was becoming the usual trend lately. I've been laid off for the past week and all alone. I've hibernated in my apartment and declined visitors or invites out from everyone I know. The only person that I actually want to contact me hasn't. I haven't heard from Pete in a week. I also never told him that I got fired. I don't want to burden him with my problems, or make him feel obligated to do anything since he is my husband still. Technically, anyways. I almost feared talking to Pete now, afraid that he would ask for a divorce.
It was around dinner time when my phone rang. I glanced down at the screen and my heart leaped up into my throat. It was Pete. I was both excited and terrified about this call.
"Hello?"
"Hey Kiley, it's me." Pete's voice came through the speaker and I closed my eyes, holding in so much emotion.
"Hey Pete," I spoke softly into the phone, hoping to mask any emotions.
"I just talked to Joe. He told me you got fired! Is that true?" Pete asked, voice full of concern.
"Yeah," I said back with a little tremble in my voice.
"What happened?" He asked, still sounding concerned.
"Poor performance over the last month I was there." I decided to be honest with my answer. If I wasn't he might find out from Joe and then he really wouldn't want me around.
"Oh," he said, sounding guilty.
"It's not your fault, it's mine. Don't feel bad."
"I feel responsible. I didn't event think about how this would affect your work." Pete knew how much I loved my job.
"Well, I brought this all on myself, so I deserved it." I sniffled, still trying to hold back tears.
"Kiley," Pete said in a affectionate tone and tears streamed down my face.
"Yeah?"
"Please don't cry."
"I just don't know what to do anymore," I admitted to him. He was silent for a minute while I spent that time trying to keep from sobbing into the phone.
"Why don't you come join me on tour for a little while. Get away from New York and do some sight seeing."
"You really want me there with you?" I questioned. I felt like he was doing it just to be nice.
"Kiley, I still love you, despite what you might think." I let out a relieved sigh and wiped my eyes.
"Yeah, okay. I'll come," I told Pete, feeling better already. "I um... I've missed you... a lot." I admitted to him.
"Me too." He said back and I could hear the smile in his voice. My heart ached to be near him more than ever in that instance. The fact that I could still make him smile was a relief. "I'll call you later with your flight details. When do you want to come?"
"Tonight?" I said and he laughed.
"Okay, I'll see what I can do," he said, his tone still conveying happiness.
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Pete hadn't been able to get me a flight out that night, but the next morning sufficed. I packed about two weeks worth of clothes and left for San Francisco. They had a show tonight, so I would get to see it. I was too busy with work to see their show in New York. I was honestly really excited to see Pete.
After the plane landed, I walked nervously off the plane and into the gate. I spotted Pete almost instantly. He was wearing jeans, a hoodie and a beanie. He was looking at his phone and he glanced up when I was a few feet away.
"Hey," he smiled brightly at me and hugged me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. I was almost afraid that he'd disappear if I let go. He pulled away from the hug and gave me a soft and tender kiss. I almost cried when he pulled away. My eyes were glassy and he frowned.
"I'm fine," I said and I blinked away the tears.
"Yeah?" He asked me and I nodded, putting a smile on my face. He took my hand and lead me towards baggage claim. I was holding his left hand and I tried to nonchalantly feel for his wedding ring. He was wearing it and I felt relieved. Things weren't so bad that he didn't wear it. Hopefully this trip will help work things out between us. I don't know what I'll do if I lose him.
I woke up with puffy eyes and a headache the next morning. This was becoming the usual trend lately. I've been laid off for the past week and all alone. I've hibernated in my apartment and declined visitors or invites out from everyone I know. The only person that I actually want to contact me hasn't. I haven't heard from Pete in a week. I also never told him that I got fired. I don't want to burden him with my problems, or make him feel obligated to do anything since he is my husband still. Technically, anyways. I almost feared talking to Pete now, afraid that he would ask for a divorce.
It was around dinner time when my phone rang. I glanced down at the screen and my heart leaped up into my throat. It was Pete. I was both excited and terrified about this call.
"Hello?"
"Hey Kiley, it's me." Pete's voice came through the speaker and I closed my eyes, holding in so much emotion.
"Hey Pete," I spoke softly into the phone, hoping to mask any emotions.
"I just talked to Joe. He told me you got fired! Is that true?" Pete asked, voice full of concern.
"Yeah," I said back with a little tremble in my voice.
"What happened?" He asked, still sounding concerned.
"Poor performance over the last month I was there." I decided to be honest with my answer. If I wasn't he might find out from Joe and then he really wouldn't want me around.
"Oh," he said, sounding guilty.
"It's not your fault, it's mine. Don't feel bad."
"I feel responsible. I didn't event think about how this would affect your work." Pete knew how much I loved my job.
"Well, I brought this all on myself, so I deserved it." I sniffled, still trying to hold back tears.
"Kiley," Pete said in a affectionate tone and tears streamed down my face.
"Yeah?"
"Please don't cry."
"I just don't know what to do anymore," I admitted to him. He was silent for a minute while I spent that time trying to keep from sobbing into the phone.
"Why don't you come join me on tour for a little while. Get away from New York and do some sight seeing."
"You really want me there with you?" I questioned. I felt like he was doing it just to be nice.
"Kiley, I still love you, despite what you might think." I let out a relieved sigh and wiped my eyes.
"Yeah, okay. I'll come," I told Pete, feeling better already. "I um... I've missed you... a lot." I admitted to him.
"Me too." He said back and I could hear the smile in his voice. My heart ached to be near him more than ever in that instance. The fact that I could still make him smile was a relief. "I'll call you later with your flight details. When do you want to come?"
"Tonight?" I said and he laughed.
"Okay, I'll see what I can do," he said, his tone still conveying happiness.
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Pete hadn't been able to get me a flight out that night, but the next morning sufficed. I packed about two weeks worth of clothes and left for San Francisco. They had a show tonight, so I would get to see it. I was too busy with work to see their show in New York. I was honestly really excited to see Pete.
After the plane landed, I walked nervously off the plane and into the gate. I spotted Pete almost instantly. He was wearing jeans, a hoodie and a beanie. He was looking at his phone and he glanced up when I was a few feet away.
"Hey," he smiled brightly at me and hugged me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. I was almost afraid that he'd disappear if I let go. He pulled away from the hug and gave me a soft and tender kiss. I almost cried when he pulled away. My eyes were glassy and he frowned.
"I'm fine," I said and I blinked away the tears.
"Yeah?" He asked me and I nodded, putting a smile on my face. He took my hand and lead me towards baggage claim. I was holding his left hand and I tried to nonchalantly feel for his wedding ring. He was wearing it and I felt relieved. Things weren't so bad that he didn't wear it. Hopefully this trip will help work things out between us. I don't know what I'll do if I lose him.
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