What Is Left

6

We all fake things. Some fake a beautiful marriage, having a great sex-life or loving their kids. I think I just got used to faking the state of being ok, not that anyone cares but not doing it would attract to much attention. And you know that quote: fake it till you make it, well.. Surprise! It doesn't fucking work, or at least it didn't for me. And at that very moment when I felt those pricing eyes gazing down on me I knew that I can't fake it for too long. I was just staring blankly in front of me expecting that he will swear and maybe even hit me and then move on. But that never happen. My line of reasoning was interrupted by his deep like the ocean voice.
- "How's your day going?" he asked with no expression on his face.
- "Well, no one died," I responded briefly, sick of his intrusive question. Does he really think that he can get all friendly with me like that?! What are we, some fucking neighbours in a low-budget sitcom?!
- "So those are your standards now, huh??"
- " I wish they weren't. " I said and turned my back going in the exact opposite direction.
As I was slowly getting further I heard footsteps getting closer...