He came out of the bathroom with only a small towel hanging low around his waist, and drying his hair with another small towel. He glanced at her, sitting quietly at their bed. She averted her face, she’s been giving him the silent treatment since he confessed to cheating.

She was looking out of the balcony’s glass door aimlessly. Her mind was somewhere far away from her body, seemingly planning something. She could hear him dressing up, brushing his hair and then putting his favorite cologne.

“Don’t wait for me tonight.”

He said. She looked back at him, he’s dressed very well as if he’s going to his best friend’s wedding party.

“Don’t bother calling or texting me,”

he said simply,

“And don’t call Juniper to get to me either.”

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, pretending to adjust his necktie but actually looking at her again. As if he was waiting for her to say or to do something, but she was as quiet as a mouse.

Her silence angered him even more. Her face was showing no emotion; no sadness, no anger, no fear… Did his cheating break something in her? He decided not to bother himself with her and he left the room, slamming the door behind him.