The Fight

It had been a horrible argument.

He said something. She said something. They both went storming off in different directions.

She collapsed on the bed and fumed over the situation. But the more she thought back on the argument, the worse she felt. And then from somewhere inside, a couple tears spilled onto her cheek.

 

As the tears glided down, she felt a twist in her heart.

"I never meant to hurt him," she thought. 

But he hurt her too. And wherever he stormed off to, he was standing there, regretting the fight too. 

He sighed and went to find her so he can apologise. This time, it was on him. 

The door to their bedroom creaked open.

Her tears had stopped but she was still upset and refused to speak to or even listen to him. 

He sat down next to her. She had her face turned away from him. 

"Sorry...," he said.

She said nothing. It was a deafening silence. 

He started to explain how he was wrong and how he didn't mean to say the things he said.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," he said. "I really didn't-"

She sniffled.

With a startle, he realized she was crying. 

He whispered her name softly. And the there was a flash of curly black hair and she was in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her too.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice breaking as she spoke. 

They sat for a minute like that. And then the fight was over.

February 4, 2019