After Alfie and Isabella were born, we just...didn't do it anymore.
We started going to bed at different times. You didn't feel like giving me that peck, that gentle touch, the love. You started going to bed later.
You woke up half an hour earlier than me, instead of a few minutes earlier to get to work on time. Apparently, your work arrival time was move earlier. And your total work time was cut shorter. You never told me.
I know what you did during that extra hour after work.
I know.
You spent the time in the morning washing up, gelling your hair. Making sure you looked good. It reminded so much of the old days when we started dating.
You left for work before me, claiming I was too slow.
I could only remain still, tense, a sleeping statue on our bed.
A crying statue with eyes peeking through a veil of lashes, catching all, seeing all.
YOU ARE READING
Red Flags
Short StoryWe swore to stay together. So when you shifted around, I stayed as an ever present shadow. There are more important matters than your affairs, James. I couldn't leave you because of them.
