“Yes, yes. It’s fine. Go on without me. I have to finish this first.” He looked down at the manuscript, scanned for the spot where he’d left off editing. He did not hear if she said anything, did not hear the door when it must have closed. When he did glance up, the room was empty.
It is better this way. I have so much to do. If I don’t finish this chapter, she’ll never get there anyway. The words, the words have to be written first or the world will be incomplete. And I can never tell her, or she’ll become self-aware, and vanish into her own universe.