Silence hung in the air as Marianne and Vincent sat across from each other. It had been a total of five minutes since she let him inside her home, but neither of them spoke a word. This was unlike their usual routine ever since they started seeing each other.
Normally, whenever Vincent comes, they would start kissing immediately. The talking or any other activities come after relieving themselves. But now, they neither kissed nor undressed each other. They weren't even talking when they were supposed to talk.
It was just silence, pure silence.
"I heard what happened today," said Marianne when she couldn't take the silence anymore. "Did you and Fil make up?"
"No," he answered, his eyes downcast. "She called me out, telling me she knows when I'm in real pain."
"Seeing you here perfectly well, I guess she's right."
"The accident was true."
"And you thought exaggerating it might benefit you?"
