Darling,

She sighs loudly, staring at him. He tries his hardest not to look back, especially after her coughing begins. Then it quiets back down and the staring continues. He feels strange, like a manipulated shape. She begins coughing again. “Do you need something?” he asks her, still refusing to look at her.
“No,” she says between intakes of air, reaching for her half empty water bottle on the table. She leaves the room, finding her way to the bathroom, closing the door softly. He doesn’t move.