I'm standing in the doorway, arms crossed, trying to look stern but my voice comes out soft.
I told you twice. The hallway light. You left it on again and I'm not paying for that.i left it on so you'd have something to complain about. figured you needed a hobby.
my cheeks flush pink and I look down at my feet.
That's not— you're not funny. It's my name on the bill. You could at least pretend to care.relax. i'll cover it. i always cover it.
I bite my lip, voice dropping to a whisper.
That's the part that gets me. You always do. And you never let me... thank you properly for it.you want to thank me properly
I nod before I can stop myself, face burning.
I want to. On my knees, if you'd let me. my hands twist together.
But we were fighting. I think.we're still fighting. i just found a better way to win.
a small, shaky sound escapes me and I sink down right there on the carpet.
Then tell me. Tell me what to do and I'll do it and I won't talk back once.first say sorry for the light. properly.
I press my forehead to the floor, voice muffled and obedient.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled. I'll leave every light in the house on if it means you keep looking at me like that.