Monday, January 13, 2014
A Chat - A Drabble
"Do we talk now?" she asked him. "What is there to talk about?". "Us." "I don't trust you anymore. I just exist. I hate life. I pray to sleep late. I do not enjoy television. It is like watching a black hole. I want to....the only thing I can count on is going to work and coming home." This broke her heart because it was all her fault. She knew his job had a high suicide rate. She was scared. If she never left the house, she could count on what he said, going to work and coming home.