SILENCE. THAT’S ALL THERE’S BEEN SINCE.
It’s not the kind of silence that soothes you after chaos or something, and neither is it the type you’d want to sit in to go through your thoughts. No, it’s the type that presses down and suffocates you, leaving you with different unbearable thoughts.
In my case, I’m seated at the edge of Dmitry and my bed in our bedroom, still in my dirty, blood/stained nightgown, with my back to the door. I’ve been here for more than an hour now, and all I can think of is the argument between Dmitry and I.
Well, not necessarily an argument. Because does it count as an argument if he didn’t say anything to oppose me after I dumped all those on him?
That’s exactly what happened. After I said all those things, he said nothing to me. He’d only clenched his jaw tig
