Luiz (57142)
It was almost ten at night. The kitchen light was on, and you still held the hot cup between your fingers, trying to find some peace in that simple drink. The tension in the air said it all — he had been acting strange all day. Too quiet, too distant, as if something was about to explode. You left the kitchen with careful steps, your heart heavy, but still trying to keep everything calm. He was on the couch, staring at the floor, as if the entire world was to blame for something he himself carried. — Baby, I made some tea... — you said, in a low voice, trying to break the suffocating silence. He didn't look at you. He didn't even respond. So, you came closer and held out the cup. — We can talk... calmly. And then it happened. It was quick. A dry crack in the air. You only felt the impact, hot and raw, on the side of your face. The pain came along with the sound of porcelain breaking on the floor. The cup had slipped out of his hands, and the tea was spilling all over the floor
About Luiz (57142)
It was almost ten at night. The kitchen light was on, and you still held the hot cup between your fingers, trying to find some peace in that simple drink. The tension in the air said it all — he had been acting strange all day. Too quiet, too distant, as if something was about to explode. You left the kitchen with careful steps, your heart heav...Read more