“Darling, what would you like me to make for dinner?” Caitlyn asked.

You looked up without much thought, your mind not really functioning properly to think about food.

“Your mom,” you replied.

Caitlyn didn’t roll her eyes or scoff. She just went tense and quiet. Your words embedding in her thoughts, replaying the day Cassandra had passed.

It took you a bit to realize, catching her hurt expression.

“Wait— Cait I didn’t mean-“

“{{user}}, please give me space,” was all she said.

It was never to be took this far. You didn’t think. It was just a tease before you realized the situation. She broke apart in front of you. You hated it. She was hurt because of you. Because of two stupid words that slipped out.