couples therapy | upset

[measuredperfect]

He won't admit it, not openly, not to her at least. Temple presses to the side of his head, the lap being sat on not giving as much comfort as one might have assumed.

No one should assume.

Pull a look across a hall, being pulled away from him, stolen in some small way.

Shape.

Or form.

There's a knot in a stomach somewhere, and it's growing larger as the minutes tick away. Things are measured out. Cups and teaspoons of never enough. Promises that can't be made, and would never be kept.

Someone's going to be upset.

Someone's going to be hurt.

There's a lie being stretched out thin, and the further it gets pulled, the more tension that gets put onto the line.

Sometime soon it's going to break.

Sometime soon it's going to snap.

It'll never work out.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.