I Hate Loving You, You Love Hating Me (part 8)
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Sian P.O.V
It's Friday night and Sophie got in from work just over an hour ago. Not that it made any difference; She has been sat on her laptop ever since she got home. She didn't even speak to me when she came in the door. She just sat down and went straight on her laptop.
It seems as though she only ever talks to me when she's angry. I miss the conversations we used to have. The ones where the conversation used to just flow. I just miss her. I want my Soph back. Before she started putting her work before anything else. Before the only times when we would speak would be an argument. I just miss her.
And right now I miss her voice. I just want to here her speak. I just want her to tell me about her day or dare I say it even tell me about this date of hers. But nothing.
Hours pass as Sophie sits on the armchair across from me tapping away at her laptop. This is all too familiar.
*flashback*
I had been sat next to Sophie on the couch for more than three hours now. She told me she would only be an hour at the most but yet here she was three hours later still typing away on her laptop. All she ever seemed to do these days was work.
“Soph?” I asked
“Not right now Sian.” Sophie said, not once taking her eyes from the laptop in front of her.
“But baby, it's getting late. When are you coming to bed?” I asked. This had been our nightly ritual we had recently adopted.
“Sian just go away okay, I need to do this.” She snaps as she keeps typing.
“Can you not take a little break? Just five minutes even?” I pleaded. I knew I sounded desperate but I didn't care, it felt like we hadn't spoke in ages. I just wanted to know how she was doing. How her day was. What she was thinking. I wanted us to make plans for the weekend like we used to. Maybe even snuggle up to a D.V.D one time. That would be amazing.
“No.” She said coldly as she continued staring at her laptop. I felt tears build up in my eyes and tried to blink them away, failing miserably.
“Okay, well... I'm err, going to bed... Don't be long. Please?” I cried leaving the room. Nothing. “Okay... Urm... Goodnight Soph.”
*flashback over*
“Sophie?” I ask
“Not right now Sian.” She says as I sigh.
I reach forward picking up my cup of tea from the table, spilling a few drops of it on the floor as I do so.
“Oops.” I mutter.
“Siaaan.” Sophie says, looking away from her laptop for the first time tonight. “You are completely useless, you know that? You're like a five year old.”
“Yeah I'm sorry. I'll clean it up.” I say, secretly over the moon that she actually spoke to me. Is that weird?
“Okay.” She says, turning back to face her laptop again.
“Wait, Sophie?” I say.
“What?” She snaps, turning to face be again. Wait a second, why did I even tell her to wait? What was I even going to say. I guess I must have just panicked and wanted to spend as much time talking to her as possible.
“Where do we... uh... Keep the cloths?” I ask her.
“Cupboard under the sink.” She sighs turning around and continuing with her work.
“Thanks.”
I clean up the spilled tea and sit down on the couch trying to entertain myself. After five minutes of counting how many black items we have in our living room (eighteen) the boredom gets the better of me and I decide to turn on the T.V.
“Sian turn the T.V off I'm trying to concentrate.” Sophie complains.
“Okay.” I groan. Well that was some enjoyable T.V watching now wasn't it Sian? Hmm... what to do, what to do... I feel myself getting considerably tired and look at the clock. No wonder I'm tired, it's almost one in the morning!
“Sophie?” No reply. “Okay Sophie I know you're busy and stuff so I'm sorry. I just wanted to let you know it's getting really late. You might wanna get to sleep soon.” I tell her getting some strange form of grunt in return. “Okay... Um... Night Sophie.” I say as I leave the room. Well Sophie's in a very talkative mood tonight isn't she? I think to myself.