"Last night we smashed a pipe. Whilst picking up the pieces he accidentally lodged one of the shards into the base of his thumb. He’s spent twelve hours trying to pick the glass out. I know this because I’ve seen the clock strike 11:00 twice from the same position I’ve sat in all day.
In the past twelve hours I’ve also watched his face constantly bathe in the light of his phone. We’ve barely spoken a word to each other and the arrival of his Grindr arrangements have acted as the only distraction.
He incessantly narrates each message he receives. I manage to drown out the sound by losing myself in the swirls of smoke that disappear into the cracks of the ceiling tiles. I begin to count them and think about how desperate I am to leave but I quickly realise I can’t face leaving alone.”
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