an excerpt from a memory

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She turned her head slightly moving to the right when something stopped her. "Ugh," she muttered. "Buddy, move over now!" The Calico cat jumped up, finding his favorite spot behind the blinds of the window. She wondered if it was sunny outside- yesterday had been so dreadfully gloomy. Just then she felt someone plop down on the other side of the bed. Nothing was said. Inwardly she sighed, a day like this again? She was instantly frustrated.

 "So are we gonna do what you had planned?" She said as she finally broke the silence. No was the simple response. "Well is it sunny?" She asked again with a little more enthusiasm.

"Yeah, a little." Was his begrudged reply.

"So you don't wanna do anything? You're just gonna lay there?" She asked with open frustration.

"Yep."

She rolled her eyes as he rolled over. God! He had pushed her previous plans out the window the night before because he had gotten mad even after she had invited him and now he wanted to do absolutely nothing? She side glanced his way, attempting to talk a few times. He didn't want to talk. He was in was of those moods. She just didn’t get it. How could someone so loving be so damned cold! She continued to stare at the television screen, not paying much attention to what was on. Eventually… she left.


After what seemed like hours of agonizing arguing over absolutely nothing, spiteful words being thrown between the two of them, she found herself crouched in the shower with the scolding hot water rushing down upon her back. Hot tears leaked from her hazel eyes while her head swarmed with confused thoughts. “I just don’t get it.” She thought. She remembered some of the words he had said to her, how he needed her to be happy for him. She scoffed.  “Yeah and how am I supposed to do that with the wrath you put upon me at times?” He was so cruel and he knew it. It was his only defense. She knew that and he knew that but she still bit back like a snake, venom spewing from her tongue. If only he knew her issues as well. She hid them wonderfully not letting him know her own inner problems. It was only when he had a breakdown that she let her true self show and even then she never found herself being completely vulnerable. It was the only way she knew how to get back at him since his words pierced her heart deeper than any knife, it was the only way to let him feel what he made her feel. 

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