Twenty: Converse

I leaned my back on the door, still sitting on the floor. My knees were tugged to my chest, my elbow wrapped around it. Although it was almost eight in the morning, I was still in my track, not ready to move until Sebastian and I conversed.

This morning, I was going to get all I needed. Every one of them. I wouldn't care if he was a controlling husband. All I knew was that I needed an explanation from him, and I was going to get it at any cost.

About thirty minutes ago, he had stood up from the bed, and went to the bathroom. Even though he knew I was sitting here, helpless, he ignored my presence, and only walked into the bathroom as if I was some kind of ant who had no emotions.

What if an ant had emotions too?

My eyes tingled, and my head cried. I hadn't slept last night. All I had done was to stare at the floor, remember everything everyone had told me, and be regretful. This was a really hard game.

Soon, a door sounded. Raising my neck to stare at it, I saw Sebastian. He walke