Make me, Mon Amour.

Fractured Trust.

The evening had begun with passion and connection, but it had soured quickly. Marina and Dada's apartment was now thick with tension. The aftershocks of their argument reverberated through the room, each word and glance charged with unspoken pain.

Marina stood by the window, her back rigid, as she stared out into the night. The soft glow of the city lights did nothing to soften the harsh lines of her face. Dada, sitting on the edge of the bed, watched her with a mixture of helplessness and regret.

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Marina’s voice was a low, trembling snarl. “I keep telling you how I feel, and it’s like you’re just not fucking listening.”

Dada ran a hand through his hair, his frustration boiling over. “I’m trying, Marina! I’m fucking trying to be here for you, but it feels like nothing I do is ever fucking good enough.”

Marina whirled around, her eyes blazing with anger. “Trying isn’t good enough! I need you to actually understand what I’m going through, not just go through the motions of being supportive. It’s like you’re only half present, like you’re just fucking phoning it in!”

Dada’s face fell, and he stood up, his own voice breaking. “I didn’t realize how much I was fucking hurting you. I thought I was doing what you needed.”

Marina’s eyes were filled with tears, but her anger was still palpable. “That’s just it, Dada. You didn’t realize because you weren’t really paying attention. I needed more from you, and instead, I’m left feeling like I’m fighting this battle alone. It’s like you don’t give a shit!”

The argument had started earlier that day when Dada had missed an important event for Marina — one that had been a significant milestone for her career. Marina had hoped Dada would be there to celebrate, but he had chosen to stay late at their apartment just phoning and completely forgot about it, missing the event entirely. The disappointment had been compounded by Dada’s lack of acknowledgment of Marina’s feelings, which had festered into resentment.

“I was counting on you to be there for me, and you fucking let me down,” Marina continued, her voice cracking with pain. “You didn’t even fucking call to check in or apologize. It’s like my feelings don’t matter to you at all!”

Dada’s heart ached as he listened to Marina’s hurt. “I’m sorry, Marina. I didn’t fucking realize how much my absence would affect you. I thought I was doing the right thing by working hard, but I see now how it came at the cost of your trust.”

Marina’s gaze remained hard, her anger unresolved. “Sorry isn’t going to fix everything, Dada. It’s not going to change how I feel right now. I need you to understand that.”

Tears streamed down Marina’s face, her body shaking as she fought to keep control. Her anger was giving way to raw, painful emotion. “Why am I like this? Why do I always get so hurt when you don’t show up for me? Maybe I’m just too fucking…s-sensitive!…”

The silence between them grew oppressive, filled with the weight of their unspoken emotions. Marina’s gaze was distant, her body language closed off. Dada sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the crushing weight of his own failures and the chasm that now lay between them.

As the hours passed, Marina’s frustration remained at the forefront. She stayed distant, her anger a barrier that Dada couldn’t seem to penetrate. Finally, as the night wore on, Dada stood up and approached Marina once more, his voice firm yet gentle.

“Marina, I understand that you’re still fucking angry, and I get why. I’m going to give you the space you need. But know this: I love you, and I want to work through this together. I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”

Marina’s gaze remained fixed on the city lights, her silence a stark contrast to the emotional tempest that had raged throughout the evening. “I appreciate that,” she said, her voice subdued but still tinged with anger. “But I need time to process everything. Please, just let me be right now.”

Dada nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of her words. He gave her a final, pained look before turning away, leaving Marina alone with her thoughts and feelings. As he walked out of the room, the weight of the evening’s events crashed down on him. He couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. His shoulders shook with silent sobs, each step away from Marina feeling like a step further from the love he desperately wanted to mend.

Dada sat on the stairs outside their apartment, tears streaming down his face. “Why do I always mess things up? Why do I keep failing you?” he choked out between sobs. “I just wanted to make things better…”

Marina, left alone, broke down completely. Her sobs were wracked with despair, her body trembling as the full force of her anger and hurt hit her all at once. She sank to the floor, her cries echoing through the empty apartment. “I’m so fucking alone… why does it always have to be this way?” she gasped, clutching at her chest.

Dada’s anguished cries were muffled as he sat on the stairs outside, the cool night air offering no solace. He sobbed openly, the realization of how deeply he had wounded Marina tearing him apart. Each sob was a mixture of regret and sorrow, a testament to how deeply he felt for her.

As Marina’s cries slowly subsided, she sat in a ball on the floor, her mind swirling with the pain of the evening. She knew that time would be needed to heal the wounds between them, but the depth of her hurt made it feel like an insurmountable distance. Dada’s own breakdown mirrored her own pain, creating a silent understanding between them — a bond frayed but not yet broken.

                                        

This was half written on my notes app😭😀
Sorry na sa pananakit, para hindi kayo ma-bore. Whahahah 🥹🫶🏻