Every now and then, I feel the urge to do a short piece of fiction.
“Pass the ketchup,” she said softly. And in the time it took the statement to leave her lips, she knew their relationship was over.
The increased silences, and the mood they set, should’ve been a clue.
But she’d read plenty of articles that said couples who are happy and comfortable with each other can spend hours together not saying a word. It sounded like a good thing, so she ignored how the quiet would eat away at her nerves until she could practically hear the chewing.
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