Addison sits on the couch, her body barely covered in black lacy underwear Derek used to love on her. She forces her lips to curl upward when she hears steps outside their apartment door.
Her heartbeat quickens as soon as she hears his key in the door. She runs her hand through her hair and straightens her back, pushing her chest forward.
She‘s directly facing the entrance to their home, her eyes glued on the door handle.
The door slowly opens, and Derek walks in, typing something on his phone. He doesn’t look up until he gets out of his coat. He turns around, puts his phone into the pocket of his jeans, and finally registers her.
Addison puts all the feelings she still has for him into her smile.
Their eyes meet, and Addison has to surpass the urge to start ripping her hair out. Derek's blue eyes are red-rimmed and somber, a look she recently began to loathe.
"I'm going to bed," Derek sighs, his voice flat. “I'm tired."
His gaze doesn't move from her face, not one inch, the entire time he's looking at her.
Addison’s eyes begin to water, and she bows her head, curling on herself. She moves into the fetal position, her nails digging into the flesh of her calves.
Then she hears steps coming closer.
Addison's heart starts fluttering in her chest, and her breath hitches in her throat, but Derek walks past her and into the bedroom.
The slam of the door rings in her ears a whole minute later.
She lets out a quiet whine as she feels her heart breaking once again.
Soon enough, the sobs start rocking her entire body, and she has to bite her knuckles to keep quiet. She doesn't want to wake Derek up and argue like last time.
