Ryland
I took a deep breath before heading into the apartment after work, unsure of what I would get. Gracie and I have been arguing a lot recently. It started with silly little things like a dish not being washed or clothes on the floor, and it just seemed to grow into more. The lack of time we had for each other did nothing to help matters. I don’t even know why we were arguing as much, especially since we usually talk these things through. It could possibly be down to stress since life had become damn hectic in the last couple of weeks. Classes have gotten harder, busier and work too. I think it was just getting on top of us. I hated fighting with her, and I knew she hated it too.
We fought before we left this morning, and we haven’t spoken since. The place seemed to be silent.
“Gracie” I called but heard no response. Maybe she wasn’t home yet.