Disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments Series belongs to Cassandra Clare.
"Damn it," she groaned, the fluorescent lights piercing her eyes as she opened the door.
"Hello Beautiful," he called from the kitchen.
"Hey."
"What's wrong?"
"Work."
"What happened?"
"Fired."
"Again?"
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." A slight pause, golden eyes gazing at downcast green ones. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why were you fired?"
"Does it matter?"
"Please."
A sigh. "Fine" She sagged into the nearby armchair. "Sit."
He did. "What happened?"
"I couldn't be there."
"You stopped going?"
"No, I went every day." A breath. "I just couldn't be there."
"I thought you were okay."
"So did I."
"Have you been taking your meds?"
Another breath, shakier than before. "No."
"Did you even try?"
"Of course I-"
"Then why did you stop?"
"I couldn't understand why."
"Could you have taken them for me?"
Silence.
"Okay." He stood. "I'm going for a walk."
"Jace."
"I'l be back in an hour or so."
"Please."
"Can you finish the pasta?"
"I love you."
The door.
A sigh.
"Damn it," she groaned.