[his words sting, though she knows he doesn't mean them to, like a biting fly pestering an open wound. She can't help but think of the house they'd made. That he'd left. That she'd struggled with and nearly lost more times that she could count. And here he is making a little hovel, lonely out here in the middle of nowhere and joking about a door.
For a moment the urge to snap at him is overwhelming.
But it's in the past and won't make a difference and would only end in him cringing and apologizing. No more of that.
So she takes a deep breath and swallows it back to where it belongs, then begins to lug the water toward the house]
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12/18 6pm
Date: 2018-12-18 08:00 am (UTC)[his words sting, though she knows he doesn't mean them to, like a biting fly pestering an open wound. She can't help but think of the house they'd made. That he'd left. That she'd struggled with and nearly lost more times that she could count. And here he is making a little hovel, lonely out here in the middle of nowhere and joking about a door.
For a moment the urge to snap at him is overwhelming.
But it's in the past and won't make a difference and would only end in him cringing and apologizing. No more of that.
So she takes a deep breath and swallows it back to where it belongs, then begins to lug the water toward the house]
It's about time.