Day One… Two… Three…

Danielle

The next day was already a huge pain.

But the second night was even worse.

I had slept awfully and I couldn’t bring myself to concentrate while I got through my scripts.

Usually, we would always end up having sex after such a fight, resulting in me sleeping like a baby.

But as I didn’t get to let off my steam in the best of ways, I struggled to ignore him as he seemed to enjoy scurrying around me while I was trying to stay strong.

And not jump him.

Initially, I felt proud for having stood my ground but it already faltered drastically on the second day as I got out of my room to get some breakfast and met him eating standing while watching TV from his kitchen.

He was wearing nicely fitting pants and his shirt was still unbuttoned, I guess to not get it dirty from his food or to provoke me.

I tried my best to act nonchalantly, getting a bottle of water out of the fridge as he pushed a toast on a plate in my direction.

“Thank you,” I said quietly as I took it, my stoma