it'd been two days now since your fight with vessel. the house was silent, still thick with tension. it'd been one of the worst arguments the two of you had, considering the two of you didn't fight often.

it started out completely meaningless, just bickering— until you got defensive and the both of you got more heated. you'd begun arguing about something that held a lot of significance to you— something you spoke on quite often. it wasn't that he was necessarily tired of hearing it, but he was tired of you defending yourself to him when you didn't need to. it got to the point where voices rose, and out slipped the words "you make me feel sick" from his mouth. it stopped you in your tracks and knocked the wind from you, ending the argument almost instantly.

so now here the two of you are, eating dinner. other than the clanking of silverware against plates, it was complete silence. you hadn't looked at him the entire time, but he was staring at you, guilt all over his face. when you finally looked up, it was with mild irritation. “am i making you feel sick?” you spoke with a sort of bitter sarcasm before standing up abruptly, putting down your fork and turning to walk out.

“no— wait, darling— i apologized a million times, what else can i do to make it up to you?” he spoke as he too got up from his seat to follow you.