sad wife, unhappy life
08-22-2022, 08:32 PM
When he took a step back she followed him. Not with an aggressive stomp, more like a shadow, an effort to prove a point. She wasn't sure what she'd expected, denial? Confirmation? His hushed tone helped her mood simmer a little as she considered his response. She knew he said that out of habit, a reflex in reaction to being told no. To her ears he didn't seem so sold on the idea, not certain and loud in the way she would expect if it was what he really wanted. She felt a biting urge to insist he could not, bitter, almost smug about how intertwined they were but she knew that would do her no good. Pressing her lips into a pale pink line, she exhaled slowly.
"Do you want that, really?" She asked, she knew what she wanted to hear, needed to hear. She looked up at him with her pretty eyes, glacial and yet still somehow warm when she looked at him. Despite all he'd said and done. She was still stroppy and mad of course but, this wasn't their first tiff, it wouldn't be their last. Surely?