100-word drabble (can be read as E/H)
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Don't say anything, she said, which was good, because he didn't know what he could possibly say, and bad, because he knew that they needed to talk.
He paused for a long moment, watching her, assessing. Then he slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the bed behind her. He paused again and then moulded his body to her form.
She squeezed her eyes shut and drew in a slow, shuddering breath. A tear slid out on the exhale.
I didn't want it anyway, she said.
He didn't say anything, just stroked her hair.
The room was barren with silence.