My marriage went downhill pretty quickly. I couldn’t get the red haired woman out of my brain. My wife and I grew more distant too; we understood each other less and less. Then the sex went away completely, it made me think about the girl even more. Finally one night, I went to see her.
I flew to her window and saw her, face mostly healed, sitting, watching TV. After a few minutes I felt like a stalker so I tapped on her window. Till this day I don’t know why she didn’t call the cops, but she came over and opened her window.
“Hey” she said.
“Hey.” I hadn’t really planned what I’d say.
“So, thanks, you know,” she crossed her arms over her robe,” for the other night.”
I’d been thanked a lot; I’m still bad at accepting it so I just shrugged. “So, just checking in on you. You alright?”
“Yeah, I pressed charges. He moved out.”
“Wait, do you check on everyone you save?”
“Er, no, you’re the first.”
“So, why check on me?”
There were a million answers but I just shrugged again.
“Why don’t you come back tomorrow so I can repay you properly?”
“Okay, see you later.”
I stopped two muggings and pulled a car out of a ditch on my way home that night.
I was more distant than usual the next day. Burned my toast, took the mirror off my car backing out of the garage, I got written up at work, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even go home after work that night. I had a drink and pulled an early patrol. Turned my cell phone off after ignoring eight calls from my wife wondering where I was.