Baking was your stress reliever. The action of being exact and precise made you forget your issues with Will. Made you forget the failing relationship you tried to mend before all goes to hell.

All you could be to him was a darkness he once knew. You had your issues and he has his. Yet, he found it harder to deal with yours. You had a deep regret that was difficult to get accustomed to. What once felt right made you feel wrong to continue trying.

You would constantly catch yourself reminding yourself all of the times he had screwed you over. His manipulation skill were in tact seeing as he always had you believe that you were the issue in arguments, getting many apologies out of you. You couldn’t explain why you let yourself get so attached. But that was your responsibility to detach yourself from a man who didn’t care enough to try and mend what you had before it was all gone. But to cut yourself off? You had no capacity. You didn’t understand why you felt the need to stress over a man when there were so many bigger things at hand.

Even if perspective pushed through and you stopped wanting him, you’d be soon be the next man’s woman, repeating the same dreadful cycle. You should be your own best friend. Not fuck yourself in the head with stupid men.

The sound of the door opening made you click back into reality. Will greets the dogs. “Hey, guys…” Will hated to admit it but he dreaded going home in fear of another argument sparking.