"Perhaps it has not occured to you that I don't care what day is it?"

"It's Wednesday. Like, your pay day."

"Right." He puts his hands up in defeat. "I meant what day is it between us."

"Unless it's a sundae cone, i'm not interested."

"You did not just make a McDonald's ice cream pun."

"Perhaps it has not occured to you that I don't care?"

"Welcome home." she said in a monotone that a stranger would assume is sarcasm. but it wasnt. "You're two hours late from the time u texted me."

"Traffic." He said simply and shrugged off his coat. "ing accident and a ing jam. And I had to be driving a ing manual car in the rain." She nodded and paid no attention to his coat that he left on the floor. He stepped into the room to shower, she stayed in the living room, watching some program that he had no interest in.

He came out after a 40 minute shower, towel being the only thing on him and it was hanging on his hips. Her eyes flickered over to his hipbones then up to him. "Eaten?"

"No."

"Theres food in the fridge." microwave it yourself. He took it out and popped it in the microwave. "Have u ate?"

"What if i say no." she said it like an answer more than a question

"Theres a conference call tomorrow." at home, so u get out of the house

"what time?"

"8. Ill text you when its done."

"8 in the morning?"

"Sleep early."

Oh. He meant at night.

"I dont know why u put up with him." and why i put up with you

"we're in a relatinlonship."

"but not married."

"how much time u have?" before im alone in this ing stinky place

she checked the time on her phone. "2 hours. What time is he done?"

"probably tomorrow." she sunk into the seat and moved into a comfortable position. "lets just say that the lil doesnt want me home for the night.

Dramatic gasp. "is he cheating on you?"

"does it count if he knows that i know, i know that he knows, we both dont say anything?"

"What?"

"we're building this on a blind eye my dear. See what u want to see, hear what u want to hear. You and i are also like that."

She's got a point there. "isnt that too sad?"

"occasionally i get hugs and kisses so it isnt that bad."

She was a ed up lady in a ed up relationship with a ed up man. Usually she'd give no damns but she was just so...sad

Since her friend had to leave early, she followed suit and left a huge tip on the glass table. She turned open the door, dropped the keys in their position in the basket, kicked her shoes off and stepped into her house, leaving her bag carelessly on the dining table.

The first and rightful thing would be to look for her 'boyfriend' - in quotations because they didn't seem like a couple - but instead she settled down on the sofa, taking deep breaths and keeping the alcohol in her stomach. 11:01 pm, the clock said, he should be done by now or something. The noise coming out from his office told her otherwise. She went into the kitchen to whip up some fried egg rolls for him, only to face an empty fridge with only cans of beer starring back at her. The slam of the fridge door might have indicated that she was home and might have distracted him from his work, it didn't. She picked up her bag and headed out.

The next morning came like a ing hammer in the head. A pounding headache kept a ring in her ears, she woke up at some other place she didn't recognize. What was new, she was in a random hotel room she got. Quickly rushing to the bathroom to throw up, she wiped and gargled somewhat, grabbing her bag and leaving the room, not forgetting to grab a bottle of water on the way out.

He was sitting at the dinning table when she got home.

"Where were you?" all night?

"Outside." Couldn't wait for you, so I slept outside. You happy?

"Why didn't you reply?"

"I was asleep." She checked her phone. The message sent at 3:54 am. She scoffed and threw her phone into her bag.

"Next time text." So that I don't have to ing worry about you.

"Don't stay up too late. It isn't good for your health." And mine.

No reply. He was scrolling on his phone, smiling.

"Conference call tomorrow as well?" Do I have to wait for you again?

"I don't know what time yet."

"Great. Text me."

Were they in a relationship? Were they even related?

This time, it was in the morning. She left around 7, loitered around the place for 3 hours or so - she didn't count. After 2 coffees and a chicken pie, she decided to do something that a girlfriend would do. Leaving yet another huge note on the table, she headed to the nearest supermarket. She bought eggs, milk, some ham and saussages and meat. She'd fix up a meal, yes, and they can finally have a meal together after one whole year.

11.01 am she got back home, settled the groceries on the table. She saw another pair of shoes at the door, work pumps at that. Ignoring it and the suffocating scent of perfume along with the sudden yelps and mewls from their shared bedroom, she the gas stove and started working on their meal.

After all the saussages were cooked along with the meat, she fried the eggs, only to realize that she forgot the bread. She went downstairs to buy a loaf, not the wholemeal kind that she likes, the pure white bread that he likes. When she got back upstairs, both of them were seating at the table, chowing down at the food.

"You're back." About time.

"Yeah." She answered simply and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Did you make this?"

"Yeah." I hope you ing choke on it.

"Is she your wife?" She asked. Don't ing act like you care about me, .

"Girlfriend."

"She isn't angry?"

"Shut up and eat."

I hope you both choke and die.

"Hey. Have you ate?"

What if I say no, she wanted to answer. "Yeah."

"Ya know, I really pity you and stuff along those lines, but you really have to talk to him." talk to him, and stop bothering me.

"I don't see why. If it is, he should do the talking."

"Or you can threaten to break up with him. Guys are afraid of the single status."

"Thats stupid. I don't want to break up with him."

"I said threaten."

"This is why you're single. Always threatening."

"Fine. Go on with your suffering. I don't care anymore." She left.

"I'm glad you finally told me that."

"You know about this?" About how I feel?

She nodded.

"But why - " then it all came back to her. See what you want to see, hear what you want to hear.

"We need to talk." He told her one day, during a commercial break between Running Man. She looked at him expectantly, not expecting him to actually open his gold-filled mouth first like she wanted.

"You're home."

He took a seat beside her, a little too close than she was used to. But they've been closer, so it was alright. "Can you give me some reaction?"

"About what?"

"Her."

"Yeah. What do you want me to do?"

"Feel angry. Yell at me, hit me, tell me how much of a ing i am." so that i don't have to suffer the guilt in my heart anymore. it ing suffocates me.

"I'm not angry."

He leaned in, speedily landing a kiss on her lips. "Now?"

"Nope."

" my life."

"Oh. Please do."

"You know what. Do you want to know why I brought her back? Its because you don't give me any reaction. You don't act like you care, I'm not sure if you do care. It's like living with me is a duty, and you're ing sick of it."

"You want a reaction?"

"ing yes."

"You wanna know why. I've been batting a blind eye for a whole year now, ignoring those girls you call after your conference calls - or during, i don't give a . The ing second you brought her in here ruins this whole thing now. You expect me to ignore that mass of cells and that is that - "

"Don't call her that - "

"And wow you're defending her. You asked for a reaction, you got it. I don't know what the hell was wrong with us a year ago and what started this, but im ing sick of it. You wanna know something else? I've never ate breakfast, and you're right. I don't care"

A deafening slam of the door probably woke them up of sorts.

okay i have no idea what is this and whats with the font jeez how do i change the font now?!