Fine
“Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life”
-Taylor Swift
She placed the roses on the center of the table and fixed them for them to look pretty. She organized the plates and the utensils, shined them, and placed them on each side of the table.
She put on her blue dress, the one he bought for her, and then headed to the vanity and sat down. She let out a long sigh. He had been acting distant, annoyed, and indifferent lately, treating her like she was somebody unknown to him, ignoring her on purpose, leaving all night and coming back the next morning just for him to leave again without saying a word. It was frustrating, and all she did was cry about it. As she was thinking about what had happened this past few weeks and heard the main door open, she got up and went outside the room.
“Hi,” she softly said to him as he took his shoes off.
“Hey,” he answers with a cold tone that makes her body shiver.
“I prepared dinner for us,” she said, while trying to bring up the tense ambiance that was created just then.
“I’m full” He responds.
“Well..that’s okay, you can eat a little” she answered while trying to hide the disappointment in her voice.
he doesn’t answer back.
“Just this one time, please,” she said, almost begging that he would cooperate this one time, she had put so much effort into making and preparing this whole meal just for him to not care.
“Fine,” he said cold-heartedly.
They were sitting down at the dinner table, she was looking at him; He never looked up at her, not even once throughout the whole time they had been sitting there.
“How was work today?” she decided to break the tense silence there was in the air by initiating a conversation.
“Good” he responds in a cold tone, still not looking at her, his response felt dry.
“Did anything interesting happen?” She tried to keep building the conversation to see if she could get him to talk to her.
“Can you just-” he made a short pause, and glanced at her before he continued“Shut up and eat your food?”
In the silence that followed, her heart shattered like glass against the floor. The pieces scattered painfully, each piece a sharp reflection of the neglected love that lay scatered around her. The room, once filled with warmth, now held the cold remains of a relationship that had fractured like delicate glass. The sound echoed in the room, a harsh reminder of the humiliation he put her through this time again. She couldn't take it anymore, she had been tolerating his hardiness towards her, and she couldn’t keep up with this anymore, all the effort she had been putting into this relationship was as if it had gone all down the drain.
“Fine.” She finally managed to say in a dispassionate tone as she simply got up from the table, took her keys and a coat, and left out the door, leaving him all alone at that table.
(This is a short story based on the song “Tolerate It” by Taylor Swift)
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