DOMESTIC ABUSE
He’s not tired of little parts of her. The creases of her mouth. Her hair trigger. Her back tight against him. When they’re driving together, he wonders if she has those things, too. Anything to hold on to. He straightens his posture a little and tries to smile nicely. Tries to turn and touch some part of her. He hopes he hasn’t worn out his last bit of charm. That he hasn’t run out of little tricks to keep her dancing. Two days from now he’ll know it’s too late, but if they never meet eyes as she considers the damage, if he can make it to the shore before she breaks, he has a chance to relearn to love her.
