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You waited, patience was becoming less...
Arriving home after a long tiring week from the other side of the town, doing business about art you weren't expecting to an empty house, much to your dismay not even a single note was left.
You sat there, in the living room glass of whiskey in your hand, gazing at the clock back to you perfectly manicured nails.
You knew one thing for sure.
She was with her again. She always was....
A woman with brunette hair perfectly styled in curls emerged in with a big smile plastered on her face, pleased with how her date with a friend went well.
"You went out with her again, didn't you?" You said shaking the glass softly making the liquid and small blocks of ice swirl inside.
She was caught up with the happiness that she didn't noticed you there. Her body bolted with the sound of your voice.
"You two have been going a lot more than we do." You continued, acting causally. Bringing the rim of the glass to your lips, sipping in.
Your face showed no emotions,
"Because you're always busy." She answered bluntly, removing the scarf Carol had gifted her from her neck which complemented her skin very well, you knew it was her favorite than the one you gave her for your first anniversary.
"Don't turn this on me." The glass slammed on the coffee table in front of you, where the bottle of half empty whiskey was settled down. Your eyes squeezed shut.
"I go out with Carol because my own girlfriend's busy doing art exhibitions in the other side of the town. You're barely home! I can't feel you anymore! And oh going out with her doesn't mean I'm going behind your back, Carol's with Therese!"
She justified her side, sliding off of her heels and throwing her keys on the table. Her voice was getting high showing that she was in fact infuriated with the discussion.
"What am I suppose to do all day (y/n), huh? You tell me!"
She continued further whilst taking off her coat.
You swallowed, realization hitting you hard on your chest.
Abby was right, you were barely home.
"You're out there, while I'm here all by myself! Unaccompanied and lonely! I miss you, I miss us, your touch precisely."
Her voice hung low in the end, bitter taste of the truth was left in the tip of her tongue.
Abby couldn't recall anymore when was the last time you both became intimate with each other. She could barely remember how your skin felt against hers.
She craved for you every night, but she couldn't do anything about it.
When you call it was very brief, the longest run amongst your calls was five minutes then the rest they all lasted for only two to three.
