“No problem. Good luck with your thing.”
“You, too.” I lean against the door to exit, nodding a goodbye in the process.
I make quick work of getting to the complex, not wanting to waste another second. I push in the access code and let the gate clang shut behind me.
I suck in a breath and slowly shift my gaze to Johnny’s place.
My heart nearly thumps out of my chest when I notice light coming from the window. It’s not much, but it’s the sign that I desperately needed.
I walk through the empty courtyard and up the stairs, recalling last night and how difficult it was to drag his nearly lifeless body upstairs.
I knock on his door, not really sure what to expect. What will I even say?
Here's some food because I'm a weirdo and thought you should eat, even though we've never really spoken and you’re kind of an asshole, but for some unknown reason, I’m still worried about you.
I suddenly realize how foolish I’m being. I lay the bag of his stuff down and pull out one of the coffees and set it carefully on his threshold.
I rush to my own sanctuary, exhaling deeply once I’m tucked inside.
I’ve done my part. I cleaned him up, I made sure he wasn’t dead, and I fed him. There’s nothing more that I need to do. He can take it from here.
Plus, I have my own problems to deal with. One glance at my phone tells me that.