Distracted

The phone rang. He left me alone in the room. I was almost blinded by the reflection of the last sunrays that broke violently through his house. How did this happen? His room smelled like woman’s perfume, not mine. What a cliché. Anger made me dizzy so I withdrew that option and decided to stare at the sunrays. The feeling that possessed me was indescribable. All I knew were descriptions of colors, of the touch, of that smell. Human emotions had evaporated from me. I had a deep desire to melt. Five minutes passed and when I looked away from the rays to the room, black spots filled the room. The same black spots that appeared every time I twirled round and round in kinder garden to escape from the world. They didn't take me away this time. I was still there with a probably damaged retina as I heard him coming back. I had no coherent words left, I couldn't take it anymore. We started; or rather he started what I imagined to be the fourth round of that conversation.

Him: oisetvnoih epoghr you wpoeh orpiuaw topi oweoiur me
Me: -----

I concentrated on the black spots, they ran down his face. Those bastards left without me. My eyelids closed in slowmotion. I was drained. He was not.

Him: eopu proonapoieurey o POEH POIHRA! ABEBOEITUXZZNLIRU I LOVED YOU
Me: you what?!
Him:----

The sentence in past tense made me worry, for a moment but I just asked the question to provoke, to look alive. Then they danced in my head as the way out of this hell.

Me: interrupting you LOVED me?
Him: -----
Me: please answer.
Him:----

It went on for four more hours. I had images of shiny lights in my head. I tried to count, to regain sanity.

Me: in my head one two three...
Him: interrupting in my head apoeirrntapoiup bpwroiuj nawoep tn
Him: in real life poiwenvpofia pewoiht paoein
Me: no idea where I'm leaving
Him: you are leaving me?
Me: yes