13 “Listen,” he said, “there's no reason why we should be together, but–"

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“Listen,” he said, “there's no reason why we should be together, but–"

A toaster hitting the wall just left of his head cut him off. He opened his mouth to keep talking but found himself ducking and fleeing as the blender and assorted silverware followed.

“Sweetheart, you’ve got to listen to me,” he pleaded from the dining room “I’m ready to change.”

Laughter erupted from the kitchen before stomping could be heard coming in his direction. This was much worse than last time. He shifted uneasily as she entered the room with a frying pan in her right hand.

“Darling, it doesn’t have to be like this. Why can’t we just talk? Don’t you know I love you?”

She fell apart and started crying, loud sobs muffled by her free hand. The man walked in slowly and began to hold her close, rocking her softly. There was near silence for once; the only sound was of her heavy breathing, recovering from her tears. Her breathing slowed and she calmed and a dull thud followed.

The man crumpled to the floor and took the frying pan with her back to the kitchen. He may be a horrid person, but she knew she loved him. She took the frying pan and set it on the stove, while getting the eggs out of the fridge. He’d be hungry when he came to. He usually was.