Let's end this

The following day, Marianne woke up with a heavy headache. She slowly got up from her bed and roamed her eyes around.

She went outside and found out that Felix cooked something for her before he left the house. The scent of breakfast wafted through the air as Marianne stumbled into the kitchen. There, on the table, was a simple spread prepared by Felix – scrambled eggs, toast, and a cup of coffee. The guilt-laden gesture spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the emotional storm that had transpired the night before.

Marianne hesitated for a moment, her gaze lingering on the carefully arranged meal. The silence in the room echoed the remnants of their argument, and the weight of unspoken apologies hung in the air.

She picked up the cup of coffee, the warmth seeping into her hands providing a brief respite. As she took a tentative sip, the bitterness of the brew mirrored the lingering taste of regret. The events of the previous night played in her mind like a relentless loop, and