Lauren paced around the living room, her mind racing, her hands tugging at the hem of her hoodie.
The tension in the air was thick, suffocating almost. It felt like everything had changed.
She hadn’t meant to snap at Larry like that. She hadn’t meant to make him feel like he was the problem when, in reality, she was the one who couldn’t handle anything.
She had barely said a word to him since the fight. She’d been gone for hours, walking around the city, trying to outrun her own thoughts. But now, she was back. And Larry... well, Larry was being Larry. He wasn’t yelling at her. He wasn’t asking questions. He wasn’t even looking at her.
He was just... quiet.
And she hated it.
Hated the silence.
She sat down on the couch, staring at the empty space where Larry usually sat. His stuff
