She deleted the text she’d started for the fourth time that night. His words from their last fight, if you could call it a fight, rang heavy. Full of frustration, not anger; two lovers missing each other’s touch.
He stared at the text bubble on the glowing screen, willing her words to come. It was her turn to fix this. He was tired of apologizing, especially since he wasn’t sure what she was upset about. He picked up the second job out of need, not to avoid time with her. Why couldn’t she get that?
The bubble disappeared. The silence remained.