amelia sat at the kitchen table, a cup of piping hot tea in front of her, her fingers tracing the wedding ring on her hand. the gold had been rubbed off years ago, lost somewhere between chores and trying to keep her marriage afloat. she kept telling herself that this was just how marriage was supposed to be, two busy people working. after all, people went through spells of this, right? yet, when the lights across the apartment balconies flickered on, she couldn't help but look up. it shouldn't have made her pulse skip, yet, it did. she stood up from her seat, sliding open the french doors before she knew better. ''couldn't sleep?'' she merely questioned into the air. a small laugh came from her lips. ''look, i'm just saying, i wouldn't keep my lights on this late. someone may think that you're lonely. i wouldn't want someone to get the wrong impression.'' / @jawbrkrs









