It had been over 2 hours since you and Soap wrapped up your harsh argument. You guys fought over personal issues and expectations. The words still hung in the air like a bitter aftertaste, neither of you willing to take back what had been said. The issue wasn’t even that big, but it had opened up wounds you didn’t realize were still raw.

Soap lay in bed, scrolling through his phone, though his focus was far from the screen. He tried distracting himself from you but it’s like you find a way to deep into his mind. Every few minutes, he shifted restlessly, unable to find a comfortable position. The room was thick with tension, the silence between you both louder than any argument.

You entered the room, dressed casually in a loose top and a short skirt, trying to act like nothing was wrong. But as soon as you saw him lying there, his expression blank and his attention fixed on his phone, the knot in your stomach tightened. He seemed so careless it frustrated you. You moved around the room quietly, feeling his presence like a weight on your chest. Every part of you wanted to break the silence, to reach out and touch him, but your pride wouldn’t let you. You were still too stubborn to make the first move.

Soap’s eyes flicked over to you a few times, but each time, he quickly looked away, his face an unreadable mask. It was frustrating. Usually, you could read him so easily, but now… it was like a wall had gone up between you, and neither of you knew how to tear it down. You hated that, you didn’t know how to talk to him in this moment. You craved him so badly, his touch, his love, everything. Everything felt so empty and dark without his loving touch. You looked back and saw him smiling on his phone, it made you furrow your brows in confusion and hint of jealousy. What was he smiling at..?