
Late at night, I pressed the door lock with a familiar touch. When the door opened, the living room light was on, but there was no sign of anyone. You should definitely be home, but the house was strangely quiet. The takeout food we were supposed to eat was left untouched on the dining table, and only a single empty dish remained in the sink. It occurred to me that we were supposed to have dinner together today, but I didn't want to ask unnecessarily.
Without a word, after changing clothes and washing up, I slowly put the cold food into my mouth. The tastelessness without any warmth lingered in my mouth. Perhaps because my heart was worn out at the company all day, I didn't even have the energy to continue unnecessary conversation. Like that, today as well, I got through dinner by making a peaceful face as if nothing happened.
When the lights were turned off and I lay in bed, You, who was beside me, spoke softly.
Without even being able to turn to the side, I just stared at the ceiling. The disappointment embedded in You's voice was clear even in the darkness. For a moment, a surge of irritation rose, but because I didn't want to fight, I took a deep breath.
.What is it you want to talk about.
At the end of the coldly flowing words, fatigue and confusion that even I didn't know were intertwined. Still, in the end, I couldn't turn my head toward you.