After the...episode between Zanthus and I, he avoided me like the plague for nearly a week. When he came home from work, he would go into a room that was unoccupied by me. He would eat in a different room than me; and he even slept in one of his guest rooms.
It was tormenting.
It was evening, and the sun was just beginning to set; casting an orangey glow on everything around me as I waited for Zanthus to come home and ignore me again. I sat at the kitchen table, reading an old book that was on Zanthus' bookshelf. But I was only blindly reading the words; looking at them but not interpreting them.
I automatically tensed when the front door opened. My eyes stayed glued to the pages, and my hand remained clutching my mug of half drunken coffee. I refused to look at him, but I also refused
