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Her eyes are barely open as she trudges into the kitchen, her boots leaving slippery slush on the floor from her walk to work that morning. Almost automatically she grabs one of the foam cups from the top of the coffee machine and throws in the usual cheap house roast before turning away from the coffee pot to reach for the instant oatmeal. Isabel's morning began two hours ago but somewhere her mind still lingers in bed. She's never been a morning person.
She doesn't hear Scott come in, isn't even aware of his existence until she feels an elbow brush up against her back. Turning her head to the left she's suddenly aware at his presence behind her back, next in line to use the coffee machine. The two of them are alone in the kitchen, and Isabel glances longingly towards the door before turning back to her coffee.
The silence is thick, it suffocates her as she pours in her sugar and cream. Any other morning the two of them would have already swapped barbs or made some commentary about whatever last night's adventure happened to be. But this isn't any other day, and neither one of them can seem to find the words to say anything.
It all just started with a simple lie and then spun firmly out of control. She can't help but feel the regret of that betrayal but the thing that stings the most was the phone call from Italy, the harsh accusation in his voice. Not even for a moment had he given her the benefit of the doubt, instead had only judged her. Just like she feared he always would. Somewhere they were both always going to see him as better than she was.
Her arm accidentally bumps his as she tries to grab the sugar. "Sorry." They both mutter at the same time and an awkward moment follows as he hands her the sugar.
She dumps a spoonful into her coffee and heads straight for the door. She knows all too well that both of them are far too stubborn to apologize for the things that really matter.
Muse: Isabel Russo
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 366