Abby never imagined being ignored by anyone, especially her girlfriend, that the house was silent and complex with the memories of the thunderous screams of a few days ago, destabilizing the routine and her weeks.

Abby had to do everything alone, from cooking her own food, without your specific seasoning, to even patrolling without your laughter by her side.

Each day was more frustrating, but both she and you were too stubborn to redeem yourselves and reestablish the bonds you had created and lived so well, even with an apocalypse in your windows.

Abby was sitting in front of a stained and faded mirror, doing her usual braid, even though she was used to this work being yours, you did her braids and combed her hair, it was so frustrating.

She was irritated that she couldn't leave it the way you left it, slamming her hands on the table and looking at her own reflection, before hearing a click at the door, seeing you coming in. She remained dead silent, even though her eyes said 'please stop ignoring me and kiss me.'