I think I only have to study for another hour and a half at home after half an hour on the way home.
I get into the materials quickly, and it takes me a long time to notice how quiet the car is today.
“Sam, did you hear me just now? Why didn’t you say anything? I’m about to get mad!” Eleanor finally speaks up.
“I am so tired today,” Sam said. “Eleanor, please leave me alone. I am driving.”
Eleanor didn’t like it and stopped talking.
She even slams the door on purpose when she gets out of the car to show how angry she is.
When I get home, I go straight to the study. I go outside after half an hour, and Sam is in the guest room.
I let out a sigh of relief. We haven’t been living together since the last fight. Sam is a proud person. I know he won’t come to me if I don’t say I’m sorry first. I know that.
It sounds like good news to me now.
When I get up in the morning, I don’t expect him to be up yet.
“You wash up first. There’s no need to rush. I’ll drive you to work,” Sam said as he looked at the sofa. “Thanks, I’ll go with my coworker. He’ll take me there.”
He is following me as I leave the flat.
He says, “I’ll drive you to work. You don’t have to bother anyone else.”
“I am not bothering him. I pay him to drive me to work,” I say.
Sam did drive me to work for a while after he bought his car.
But over time, he began to lose interest in it.
Because my company isn’t on his way to work. He thought I was wasting his time at that point.
He told me, “Why don’t you take the metro to work? I want to sleep a little longer in the morning.”
He hasn’t driven me to work since then.
He has a lot more reasons not to pick me up after work, like hanging out with friends, going to work with coworkers, and working late. In any case, he didn’t want to pick me up.
One of my coworkers once asked if anyone needed a ride but didn’t want to pay for it.
We were both going to the same place for work, so I rode in his car instead of taking the tube, which saved me time.
If I took a ride back, I would have had to pay him $200 more.
I didn’t think I needed to hurry home, so I took the metro back, which saved me some money.
Sam walks with me to the gate of our meeting and watches me get into my coworker’s car.
He sends me a message when I sit down at my desk.
“Is it just you and your coworker in his car?”
I say, “Yes, just the two of us are going home.”
“How about I drive you to work from now on? If you two keep getting to work at the same time, people might talk about you.”
“They won’t. Didn’t you say you wanted to sleep a little longer?”
“Let’s get up together starting tomorrow,” he said.
“Let’s talk about this next month.” I already paid him for this month’s travel.
Sam doesn’t answer me anymore.
Then I put all of my attention on my work.
Sam texted me again during lunch.
This time it’s a picture.
“What do you think of my lunch?” You look great!”
I didn’t answer him.
Then he sends me another text that says, “What are you having for lunch?””
“Is he sharing his life with me?” He really confuses me.”I used to tell him everything about my life.
If I read through all of our chat logs on my phone again, I would see that most of the time it was me who tried so hard to start conversations with him.
I want to tell him everything because I love him.
No matter how small it is, I will tell him right away when I see a cute puppy, drink something delicious, get praise from my boss, or trip over a stone and find a new beautiful spot.
