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“do you want tea?”
“Sure”
The water spills while I’m putting on the kettle. we get into an argument. I walk into another room. They go upstairs.
I clean the mess, put the tea back on. I grab two cups.
They come downstairs, the tea is finished.
“So, this is a make up gift?”
“If you want to call it that, I guess.”
I wait for the tea to cool.
They go on a walk. I sip the tea. It’s started to go cold. They tell me to go upstairs if I can’t be bothered to come along. I wait anyways.
they walk in. They complain that I am still downstairs, and then go into the kitchen. The kettle has long since cooled, the tea no longer steams. Her cup sits untouched.
They meander. I am not spoken to, only around. one goes upstairs, She goes to the bathroom. I finish my tea.
Hers sits untouched.
I choke on the leaves at the bottom, rinse my cup, and head to bed. I do not wait for them to follow
I wake up, and go downstairs. The cup sits on the counter, never having moved from where it was poured. The tea is stale and dusty. It goes down the drain.
The taste of tea leaves sits heavy in my throat.
Her cup sits in the sink, untouched.