Seizure - part 1
They’re sitting on the couch. TV’s playing but nobody’s watching.
He’s been distant all evening. Maybe too much work, maybe she said something earlier and he hasn’t let it go.
"You’re quiet," she says.
"You okay?"
He nods, but his eyes don’t leave the TV.
“Just tired.”
She stares at him. Like really stares. Like her chest is tight.
“Right…”
She turns away.
Something crawls up inside her, some old ache. The feeling of not being seen, of being invisible, of being left.














