She was backing away from him, retreating, returning to herself. She was shaking her head. “Silly of me,” she was muttering. “Silly of me to say.” He was immobile, watching her, and beneath his gaze she felt lesser than she had before. “Relationships can be hard,” he was saying. “And you have to work on things—with marriages, even more so.” She was nodding, she was sitting at her kitchen table, detached from him once more.
Omg </3
