I’m sick of hearing them shouting at each other. Like it’s the only way they communicate. They’re not even angry. They’re just that loud.
She’s jealous. Painfully so. She went home crying last weekend. Couldn’t stand not being the centre of attention. He didn’t help mind. Winding her up.
Every time she mentions it I want to scream. I’ve kept quiet until now. Tried my best. But it’s too much.
I can’t allow myself to hope. I can’t go through that again. I won’t recover this time. I know I won’t.
I’m worried. He’s alone now. No one around for two weeks. No one to watch out for him. The possibilities are too much to imagine.
Look at her. Still going on about it. Did you hear her? Loud so everyone would hear. Like they’d want her to shop there again.
They met when they were fifteen. Been together ever since. Must be strange. Being with someone that long. Seeing each other change.
I don’t know who they want me to be. Anything other than want they want is a disappointment. I’m always the reliable one. It’s suffocating.
It’s hard to keep track. You should know that. We try our best. Just forget sometimes. Yes. I know. Sorry.