One of those days
By Tsehafi2
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It felt that there was no way to hide the mix feelings of anger, betrayal and even hate slow-cooking in her eyes and so she decided to keep her gaze averted. The headphones plugged into the laptop, sometimes even when there was no audio, gave her the two or three seconds of socially accepted delayed reaction time. The delay gave her precious time to once again avert her gaze before engaging in minimal verbal exchange that barely resembles a human conversation but was enough words to blow a smokescreen on the building tension.
The sore throat had initially been an itch but was now developing into a legitimate pain that you need to soothe with lots of fluid and silence.
She looked at the grocery bags still piled up by the door for several hours, having been abandoned mid unpacking, her brain feeling too sluggish from the emotional turmoil to force one more step. The turmoil had its physical manifestation in the clenched jaw made worse by how careful she was to tiptoe around her brain to make sure she did not articulate the situation, even to herself. Hours into her peek-a-boo with the unsaid what-ifs, she thought maybe she could softly say a word. Not aloud but a bit like those times when magicians tell you to think of a number and your eyes smirk with importance, knowing that they have one over the poor tongue and mouth that remain silenced.
She has said the word. For the first time that day, she felt a smile tug at the corner of her mouth. She let the smile unfold, and a self-deprecating chuckle escaped through her lips. She acknowledge that no harsh words have yet to be exchanged. The secret was still a secret. The only difference was that she was now in on the secret, maybe without anyone being that much wiser. Except for her, and with the growing wisdom pains slowly subsiding, she whispered a prayer of thanks. Forewarned.
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