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Why is he just taking photos and keeping them in his phone like some perverted weirdo?
They would marry and have children, just like his parents and her parents. It was a bit like being on one of those flat travelators at the airport. It didn’t matter whether he walked or stood still – he was always going in the same direction, would always end up in the same place.
They’ve all relaxed. It’s strange how even with family it can be like this sometimes, taking a while for them to ease into each other’s company.
Now, all that remains is the feeling of the argument, knotty and uncomfortable, a feeling that things are still not okay.
she always desperately wanted to have a family yet she has never really understood how they work.
The whole thing makes her feel squalid, layers of guilt and disgust. Worse than this, it has given her a sense of déjà vu. Of having been here before.
They have neither texted nor called each other since the phone call before the wedding, their short, intense friendship like a place he visited, a holiday he’s now driving away from, the view shrinking in his wing mirror.
It isn’t even as though he’s suppressing his feelings. He’s just lacking them entirely. No deep emotions, no unspoken pain. Emptiness, that’s what he feels. Complete and utter emptiness.
She thought he knew her better than this; thought he knew by now that when she is anxious, she needs her own space, room to breathe.
He brings the crook of his elbow up to his face, presses against it, squeezing his eyes shut. He tries for a while to hold back the sobs, to keep it all inside, but when his chin starts trembling, he knows there’s nothing he can do. He covers his face with both hands, presses them against his wet skin, feeling his cheeks bulge against his palms.
