Chapter Two

She slowly opened her eyes, and they met with a pair of anxious grey eyes staring at her.

"What happened?" she asked, because she couldn't remember how she ended up laying on the couch.

Last thing she remembered was him and her fighting, and that she almost lost her patience with him. They obviously went too far this time, she didn't remember if they'd ever had a fight like that before.

"You fainted," he stated.

She rolled her eyes.

"If you want to say "I told you so" you don't even need to open your mouth. No, I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, and yes, I was looking forward to having dinner with you."

She hadn't had time to eat lunch that day, but it happened quite often, it was really nothing special. He was making such a big deal out of that and all the other things he threw at her head. All that was normal for her, it'd been like this all her life. He should have gotten used to it by then, he should have known who he'd committed himself to.

"Those are only two meals a day."

"Please leave the math, will you? I'm tired. Yes, you heard me right. It's been a long week, and I'll have to work during the weekend too."

"No, you won't."

"Are we starting over? You should probably let me eat something first so we can have equal opportunities. I'd hate to faint each time we get to a certain point," she tried to say this playfully, but she saw in his eyes, that he was determined.

She was aware that the fainting hadn't exactly helped her case. She knew that he had been worried about her, but he shouldn't have gone too far. He should have known better. He should have known that she didn't like people going behind her back. She knew what was best for her, she didn't need any help figuring it out.

Besides it was just a stupid vacation, she didn't understand why he insisted on it so much. She didn't remember the last time she'd been on a vacation, something always came in the way. He did bring up the subject from time to time, but she always found a reason to say no. She should have known he would have gotten tired of her rejections one day.

It was the reason of their first break up. She said no to going away with him, she rejected his proposal and he left her. And even though they found their way back to each other and tried to start over, her not having time to go away not even for a while had always been an issue. He had never hidden his disapproval of her working too much.

She wasn't used to having someone around, someone permanent, someone who judged her for living her life the way she did. She loved having him around, she loved having someone to go home to, but she couldn't leave her independent self behind. He might have changed her a little, but she wouldn't have let him change her too much.

"Fine, I'll bring your plate, just wait here."

"That's not necessary. I can walk there," she said and tried to sit up, but she felt dizzy all at once. She didn't want to show it, but she didn't feel her usual strength, so she couldn't risk standing up at that moment, even though it only helped him prove his point. She laid back.

"Thought so," he said silently and left in the direction of the kitchen.

She hated him at that moment. She hated him, because he might have been right. That fainting was definitely a sign, even though she didn't believe in signs. But she had to believe in her own body, which had let her down that night, the worst of all times. And he saw her fainting, and she could only imagine what consequences this would have for them now. He might end up worrying about her more, even though sometimes it had already been more than she could handle. She wasn't used to it, and she didn't feel like getting used to it either.

By the time he brought in her plate, she managed to sit up. He gave her the plate and sat down in the armchair again, opposite her. He didn't say a word, and he didn't bring a plate for himself.

"You're not eating?"

"I'm not hungry."

She saw that his look was too serious and she wasn't sure what else to say, so she decided to concentrate on her meal instead. She knew they needed to talk, and that they'd talk after she finished her dinner. She tried to collect her thoughts while eating and the silence between them gave her plenty of opportunities to do so. She hated that silence, she hated the fight, she hated that night.

He stopped looking at her after a while, and was focusing on the ground most of the time. She would have given anything to get to know what was going on in his head, even though she guessed that his thoughts weren't being too flattering to her.

When he heard her plate hit the table he looked up, and she saw the sadness in his eyes, that almost frightened her. She wanted to be the first to say something, but barely opened her mouth when she heard his voice.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do this any more."