They sat on the bed, on opposite sides. His face was in
his hands and she wiped tears from her eyes.
“I can’t do this,” she said.
He turned towards her. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying,” she exhaled. “Something needs to change.”
“You always do this!” he shot up and stormed out of the
bedroom.
She just stared at the floor.
There was a crash. She rushed into the kitchen. Broken
plates covered the floor. She looked in his eyes, expecting anger, but saw
pain.
“The plates. They landed on my foot.”
A red stain spread across the floor.
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