For the past week or so, all theyâve been doing is arguing. Bringing each other to the verge of a full-blown fight and then retreating over and over again in the same exhausting cycles. This time, though, it isnât just arbitrary mood swings on her part. Thereâs an underlying reason why sheâs been all over the place recently. She isnât the best communicator, thatâs always been a fact, but sheâs been even more closed off than usual and even more likely to snap at the most insignificant things (if thatâs even possible). For the most part Romanâs been doing a brilliant job of disengaging before they go too far.
Tonight, though. Tonight, theyâd full on exploded, and as much as Amaka knows she should feel the exact opposite, thereâs a sense of relief that comes with it. They can reset now. Go back to something akin to normal, pretend that instead of the near-toxic minefield that they call a relationship theyâre actually something closer to a functional couple. Sheâs leaning against the doorframe, trying to sort out the words in her head as she looks over at him from across the room. Sheâs never been good with apologies so she avoids it. This - as underwhelming as it is - is her version of one. Giving him context. Trying to make him understand what her headspace is like, trying to give him some sort of explanation. âIâve been spending time with my dad.â She says the words in a tone so soft itâs much closer to a whisper than the yelling that had filled the space not too long ago. âOr at least Iâve been trying to. Itâs...not exactly going well.â She goes quiet then, shifts her weight from one foot to the other as she waits for his response. She can never read him quite right after a fight and she doesnât want to push it if he doesnât want to talk.