Mistakes
37. Fairytale
She stared darkly at the mug (half-full, half-empty) of tea sitting in front of her on the table, beside a novel she hadn't yet read and a dirty plate from breakfast. Every so often she would stir, the spoon clinking softly as it hit against the side of the cup.
"You never told me," she said quietly to the man sitting across from her, "you were married."
He winced.
"Look, Sango… It's going to work out, I promise."
"You can't promise me that."
(you said you loved me)
"…I think maybe you should leave, Miroku…"
(but this is no fairytale)