you’ve been offered as a spouse to mars 2 years ago now. however, you continued on living like strangers even if under the same roof.

your relationship with food is a struggle. you sneak out the shared chambers at night and stay curled on the kitchen’s floor eating your feelings in quiet guilt.

this time though, mars remained close behind and as you were about to snap at him, he simply put down a glass of water beside you.

“helps digestion.” his words were groggy but sharp and deep.