It is well after two in the morning and you're staring at the clock. It's pouring down rain outside, it always poured down rain outside, but it has your mind assuming the worst. Car accident, drunken driving, drowning in a rain puddle. You are not supposed to thinking about other people like this. You aren't supposed to be worrying about another person, you can barely take care of yourself. You're reminded daily that you can barely take care of yourself. Damn yourself for being in this position, damn the asshole that put you in this position and damn the little shit that was officially throwing your life all out of balance after three stupid weeks.
You get up and start pacing, which is ridiculous. This isn't actually your responsibility at all so you shouldn't be pacing. So you sit your ass back down and start watching TV. Then you look at the clock again. This is ridiculous, the little shit should be back home - no back here where she's temporarily staying - by now. If she's lying dead in a rain gutter somewhere you're the one who is going to have to explain why. That is completely unfair, you did not get yourself into this mess. There are plenty of people who do get themselves into these kinds of messes and you are not one of them.
Honestly what could someone possibly be needing to do at this hour? You think about calling, you think about texting, you think about driving around aimlessly. No. This is ridiculous. It's a houseguest, one is not responsible because adult houseguests are out gallivanting around at all hours of the night in a rainstorm, their jacket hanging on the door like a fool because who leaves their jacket at home? It is not your problem if she catches cold and died. Nope. Not an issue at all.
The front door starts to open and you immediately turn the volume up on the television and look as uninterested as possible. Because, despite the fact that you're mad as hell, and despite the fact that you are also kind of relieved, you don't care. Nope. Not one bit.