How could he have forgotten?
It started out as a typical fight. Dishes in the sink instead of the dishwasher. A leaky faucet of some sort. The music was too loud. Someone wasn't being heard.
As they stood in the living room of their apartment, arguing like normal, the air had changed somehow. Everything suddenly seemed heavier, deeper, sharper. The tears she cried stung like acid instead of water, the words he spat felt like knives instead of paper cuts.
Who had called it quits? He supposed it had been him, he walked out first. She had blamed herself, for she had screamed every nasty thing she could at him. Before their eyes, something that was as strong as rock had finally crumbled, and no one could find the root.
