We got home and no one is talking, he just keeps helping with our bags. I feel so uncomfortable in this kind of atmosphere he is distant and I am not getting used to it. "When are we going to talk about this?" I said in a small voice. He gazed at me but then avoided me. I sighed in disappointment, we are both tired and rest is the best option to do now.
I went up to my room and got my luggage outside my door. While fixing my things I am distracted by my thoughts and do not mind the time. It is already evening and I did not see a trace of him when I got out of the room.
"What should we have for dinner?" If only I could decide by myself like this but I look crazy. I rolled my eyes and saw if there were still stocks in the fridge. "What a lucky day…" I suppose I can't cook water and beverages. My body is so heavy and tired but we need proper food to eat.
