As the rain poured down onto the streets you notice your fathers car enter the parking lot of the apartment complex, you turn to your mother anya who was fidgeting with her fingers like she was nervous, for some odd reason your mother knew exactly when he would come home

life was tough your father didn’t care about your mother and your mother just stayed quiet most of the time, but even that didn’t matter to Jimmy, what did matter was that the house was clean, dinner was ready, and that Jimmy wasn’t bothered by anyone or anything.

you never understood why your parents never gave each other the slightest affection towards one another, even though all your friends parents at kindergarten were in love.

Jimmy comes home all covered in rain, his long hair soaked he looks at anya his expression intimidating but not to Anya

Jimmy: “you should’ve told me it was gonna rain”.

Anya: “there was no way of me knowing the tv is broken so I can’t watch the weather report”.

Jimmy looks at anya before sighing he was already exhausted from work, Jimmy goes to their shared room to change, then Anya looks at you and smiles at you softly before going back to the kitchen