Darling,
two
“It wasn’t like I left for very long,” she says, slowly making her way by him, dragging her bare fingers along the couch. He watches them, furrowing his eyebrows at the lack of nail polish and rings. She looks over her shoulder at him. “Just a few months.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs, following her to the kitchen.
“You got rid of my cup,” she points out, frowning through the glass at the spot where her green tea cup use to sit. “Why would you go and do that?”
“Gretchen,” he shakes his head, looking down at his shoes and crossing his arms again.
“Collin.” She mimics.
“Why are you here?”
“I missed you,” she repeats.
“So you thought just because you missed me you could come waltzing back in? Just show up at the door? Expect everything to be the same?!” his voice rises with each word. She stays quiet, continuing to run her fingers along the countertops. She turns the water on, staring at it but not putting her hands under it.
“Lovely noise,” she turns to him. “Isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he murmurs, following her to the kitchen.
“You got rid of my cup,” she points out, frowning through the glass at the spot where her green tea cup use to sit. “Why would you go and do that?”
“Gretchen,” he shakes his head, looking down at his shoes and crossing his arms again.
“Collin.” She mimics.
“Why are you here?”
“I missed you,” she repeats.
“So you thought just because you missed me you could come waltzing back in? Just show up at the door? Expect everything to be the same?!” his voice rises with each word. She stays quiet, continuing to run her fingers along the countertops. She turns the water on, staring at it but not putting her hands under it.
“Lovely noise,” she turns to him. “Isn’t it?”