Someone had called her name. They said it softly, as if it to not offend her with any volume. It was small, yet she knew it well, she even loved it. Well, she used to. She could feel the voice move behind her though it remained silent, shifting uneasily to an unheard beat. She ignored it, continuing to wash the dishes as she had done before, and feeling her face wet with the soft steam and sweat. It Called to her again, softer yet more pleading, as if that yearned for her attention. Yet she still did not look up. In her mind there was no reason to. She knew exactly her feeling towards it. She did not want to give it the satisfaction of regard, for she was unhappy with it, And it was in her right to be so. Leave me alone. "She whispered to her teeth pretending that she was some other creature than the dishwater pruned girl she was now. The voice sighed, but remained, unmoved by her quiet threat. It stepped forward to her cautiously, and to her surprise, spoke in a voice that tugged at the strings of her heart. "I'm sorry." It said, in an apologetic voice filled with meaning. She stopped washing the dishes in her hand then, letting it go softly into the water and feeling a slight thunk as it hit the bottom of the sink. "You ruined my trust." She said barely moving her lips, looking down to the stilling dishwater. She could feel him tense, it permeated the air with it. "I know I shouldn't have, but it was just so..." It spoke, trailing off into a memory. It shook its head, and turned her longingly. , If you want, we can go get another, it doesn't close for another 10 minutes." She shifted as a response, and only that as intended. "I'll get you the combo." She turned her head slightly to catch him in a peripheral vision, and seeing he's waiting face, she nodded softly.
He lightened, relieved he said "lettuce go because we mayo be late." She turned to him, and with an expressionless face she retorted, "guess I butter ketchup."
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