She opened the door, barely escaping the rainy and gloomy day. She walked inside and shut the door. There he was. Her lover. Sitting on the couch staring at a blank screen. She gulped the lump in her throat and walked to him. She sat down next to him. The thought replaying in her mind.
Did he know?
He knows. She could see it. No. He couldn't have. She covered her tracks. No. He didn't know. She kept telling herself.
"Hey." She whispered softly. He finally acknowledged her, he turned his head, a half smile trudging onto his lips.
He knows.
She pushed the thought further into her mind. Burying it. "Hey." He said, he leaned over and softly kissing her cheek. He got up from the couch, leaving her in her thoughts.
He walked to the kitchen. He opened up another beer. He put his lips to the rim, leaning back and taking the substance head on. He expected her to follow him. It wasn't the case. She still sat there on the couch.
He knew.
She finally got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. The pitter-patter of the rain was drowned out by her doubts and thoughts. She bit her lip and looked at him.
Her eyes didn't shine as bright.
They were dull. Lifeless. They were once bright and lovely. Not here.
They stood there. Minutes passed. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years.
She finally looked down and left the room. She went upstairs to their bedroom. She couldn't take it. It tore her apart. She couldn't do it. She had to admit it.
But what's there to admit if he already knew?
No. He didn't know. He did not know. It's her anxiety. He does not know.
But he did know.
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FanfictionTheir love was fire. And fire is catching. It catches onto simple things like material, food, objects. You name it. Their love was set to burn in flames. They didn't feel it physically, but mentally it burned. It hurt. It was worse than any Third De...
