With Caitlyn being general, causing a few arguments between you and her in your relationship. She wanted you to take her silence and figure it out.

As she came home from work, she would tell you, “I need space.” Despite her words, she wished you wouldn’t look towards the door.

It was about Midnight, you were standing in the kitchen of the Kiramman mansion, wearing your robe, watching as she stood by the stove, making some tea.

Slowly, you approach her, placing the palm of your hand on her shoulder. She stills for a moment, turning her head to you. She wasn’t mad, but you were in trouble.

You part your lips, the intent to talk about you both and your relationship, it turned into an argument. It was often. You said something, and she was pissed. Not at you, but at the situation. Soon enough, Caitlyn was rambling, on and on, her voice loud. A few mean things said between the both of you. She wished you wouldn’t believe the words she said in times like this. But the way she said them, they couldn’t help but leave a mark.

She wanted to hold your hand, hug you, cuddle you, kiss you. But instead she pushed you away.

When she would yell out she would hate you, deep down, she really needed you more. She wished you knew her better, see the small signs of her needing you, not hating you, for you to read her mind without her telling you what was going through her head. She wanted your touch, as well as wanting your company. Though, how you supposed to see that?