Living Room

The ride to her parents' house was filled with silence and the occasional sounds of music playing in the background as she focused all her attention out the window. A heaviness filled the air as her mood had once again changed within seconds. No doubt due to the effects of the alcohol or it possibly wearing off as she reflected upon her actions. Her gaze studied the scenery as it shifted from the bright lights of the city to the neighborhood, she had left behind all those years ago. Her attention only brought back when feeling the male grab her hand. She would turn to look at him before watching him bring it to his lips, momentarily had she thought of pulling it away like when he reached for her back at the house, but her mind seemed preoccupied to do so instead causing her to give him a false smile before focusing back out the window. Had either one truly been remorseful or were they simply playing a role, a concept that was difficult to decipher to even the ones apart of it, at least from her drunken perspective.

Their marriage while a whirlwind was one started on a simple contract like that out of a bad romance novel. But over timed it easily developed into something more. The feelings for her husband had not been the problem, they had never truly been the issue of it all. When things were good they were great, it was the time between the good moments. The time which they spent apart. The frustration that over took them when neither could get their point across. Would such times be easily forgotten? When she realized her dream future was over and she would be forced home she knew the healthy thing to do was to divorce her husband and stop the toxic cycle which they had started. She'd even prepared the papers because she believed once face to face they would inevitably come to the decision that their time had passed.

Yet according to the conversation in the males home it appeared some hope remained, lingering in the depths of their hearts that they could salvage something that was so broken. Her drunken mind had asked for him to follow her home but would her sober heart agree that fighting would be worth it. They were no longer two young kids in love, their lives had branched off and now they each had responsibilities they never once prepared for. After thirty minutes and a quick drive thru pitstop the uber had pulled to a slow stop. The woman had been so consumed in her thoughts that they had been parked for so long the driver had to ask them to exit snapping her back to reality as she watched the male exit with the food bag first before opening the door for her. She waited patiently simply extending her hand to the male to help her out as if it was second nature at this point. She couldn't recall a singular time he allowed her to open her own car door even prior to their marriage.

Despite her prior eagerness to return home in that moment she was not yet ready to step into the threshold. She needed to shake the looming thoughts off before entering knowing that her siblings would easily sense if something was wrong with her. Her gaze watched the silhouettes within the windows of her parents' home as they moved back and forth knowing well that they were likely driving her neighbor mad. Prior to that night she was almost certain upon reuniting she and her husband would come to the conclusion that divorce was the best option as it seemed neither had the strength to fight for their marriage the month prior. But she found it hard to believe that such heated arguments between the two that night occurred simply because they no longer cared. And if that truly was the case and separation was put to the side where would that leave the two? And more importantly where would it leave her siblings in all of this? As they had always been the most important thing when it came to making her decisions on her future.



Her right hand brushed through her hair quickly as she found herself growing more and more perplexed as she allowed the situation to consume her. Her gaze switching from the home to the male as she attempted to read his expression only to fail causing a long sigh to escape her lips. " Thank you for believing in my dreams to the point of sacrificing your own " she told after the silenced had become too consuming. " But make a major decision like that for the two of us again and you won't have to worry about acting like a married man again " the female warned. For the time being she'd keep the talk of divorce on hold until the two were sober enough to properly discuss the terms of it and if it was something both had desired.