He slept after they made love. The morning came, and she wasn't by his side. Somehow, this was enough to upset him. This was going to be one of those saturdays - the BPD was taking it's toll in his life. She came back with breakfast: a plate with toasts and marmalade, and a cup of coffee. What is man but a miserable little pile of secrets? "You're gonna leave me when I tell you, I'm sure", he said to her. She couldn't understand that statement, so she inquired him further. He didn't wanted to answer her, he wasn't in the mood for talking right now. "I'll put on some clothes and have a walk, I'll be back by noon." That was enough to make her sad. He didn't saw it, but he could swear that she was crying in the bathroom. As he left the house, regret and sadness blossomed inside of him, but it was too late. Walking would set things straight.