I blink and look away from him. I hear him snort and then get up from me. He goes to the cabinet and wears a robe. Then he stays in the bathroom.
When he didn’t go out for a while, I lie on the bed. The exhaustion might have been too much that I find myself dozing off. The next time I open my eyes is when it’s already morning. I sit up and find him sitting beside me, his back is on the headboard.
“Good morning,” he greets. He gives me a huge smile and places his phone on the bedside table.
In the morning light, I examine him. He seems to have showered already, and he looks refreshed. He doesn’t seem angry or disappointed as well.
“What’s up? You’ve been staring at me. You want breakfast?”
His needs, I remember. I fail to meet his needs. I feel the tears coming but instead, I crawl t
