“Something incredibly important to me, very”

I felt unbelievably grateful she couldn’t read my thoughts, the last thing I needed was for her to think I was pathetically pining for her even if that were the case. Dana has moved on, it’s time I considered doing so as well or at least attempt to make a show of it.

“Well do you need help?”

What I really wanted to ask was how she managed to leave it behind in the first place if it was truly as important as she claimed.

She shakes her head and moves towards our bedroom – my bedroom, I correct. Again I follow her no longer caring why, I needed to be near her, she’d soon leave so why not savour what little time we had? I deserved it for surviving the heartache she’d caused.

“Al…” she came to a stop at the door. “You got a new bed?”

“Yea the other one reminded me of … well , I just needed a new bed” I stepped past her, finally turning around to face her when she didn’t say a word.

“Right” she frowned, taking in the bed.

“It’s actually quite comfortable” I said, feeling as though I had to defend the bed. She didn’t like the bed I could tell, if the frown gracing her face wasn’t telling enough her clinched jaw was more than sufficient prove, Dana hated my new bed.

“Where’s my lamp?” she asked, her gaze shifting towards what used to be her end of the bed and bedside table.

“I sold it”

“You sold my lamp?!” she demanded, looking strangely hurt by its disappearance.

The way she was glaring at me you’d think it was Mr Piddles I sold. “You said you didn’t want it”

“So you sold it?”

“Well, Yes – No. Actually I gave it away” I shrugged. What was the big deal? I had no need for another lamp, even if I did I’m sure I would have still gotten rid of it just as I had everything else that was a reminder of her and our failed relationship.

“Couldn’t you have used it somewhere else? Like the lounge?”

“We already have one there”