He hung his coat neatly in the hallway and called her name. The lack of response didn’t concern him. He walked to the kitchen loosening his tie and unbuttoning his cuffs along the way. Emptying his pockets, he noticed the flashing light on the answering machine. He pressed the button as he dropped items into the basket next to the phone. Her voice rang out through the apartment echoing off the newly installed Italian marble.
She was gone. No apology, no explanation, no tears. Just gone.
The muscles in his legs gave out and he dropped to his knees. The words exploding in his mind.
She had asked for more time, more attention, more of him, but he was building a career. Why couldn’t she see that? He was climbing the ladder by leaps and bounds–every expectation exceeded, every hurdle removed, every goal achieved. This was the path to fulfillment, to happiness, to success.
But none of that mattered. The time he had left over was useless. The way she viewed his choices was meaningless. He was alone with his ten-year plan, his client roster and his shiny new car.
And none of it mattered.