This dissertation is a piece of creative writing in fulfilment of the Final Major Project for BA (Hons) Creative Writing.
From the minute Nate opened his door, I knew he wasn’t listening to me.
I had his attention for a second, when his eyes met mine, but when they settled above my head, then widened in wonder, I knew I had lost it.
Nathan Ellis wasn’t listening to me. I talked anyway, letting a week’s worth of confusion and stress spill out all at once. It filled the hallway as he let me in, flooded the living room as I collapsed in one of the armchairs by the window, then floated over to Nate as he sat down opposite me. I talked and Nate absorbed none of it.
When it was all out, I stopped, and for the first time I registered the emptiness of the room – the scattered furniture that hadn’t yet found a definitive place, the cardboard boxes that contained all of Nate’s possessions, and the bare floorboards that would soon be replaced with carpet. Nate continued to stare, and I realised that if I didn’t address the glowing elephant in the room, there would be no way to bring his attention back down. I glanced up, and at the top of my vision I could see the edge of the light blue, holographic screen hovering above my head. It filled our silence with a low hum, and I knew that where the text stating Nate’s address had once been, there would now be nothing but a blank square.
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