Chapter 135

This was not us before. It kills me to see us this way. But since I don't know what his problem is, I will just swim in this heart-wrecking mood and hope that things will cool down eventually. I serve the breakfast, which we take in utter silence like two strangers who haven't been introduced to each other. Like two mute strangers, because I believe that a stranger with the ability to speak would have at least aired even just a ‘thank you for the breakfast’. But not this one. It is like my efforts mean absolutely nothing to him.

I clean the dishes like good wife material and walk to get to my room. My room is in his house. I don't spot him anywhere as I walk upstairs, and I figure out he has locked himself in the study or his bedroom to avoid me. I am now a plaque, or a calamity, that he wants to avoid. I toss everything in my suitcases without caring to fold anything, leaving only jeans, a tee, and the sports shoes I'll be wearing.

I take a towel and walk