The next days passed into weeks and pretty much the same things happened each day, the two of them lived separate lives within the same house, and it had turned into a house, from being a home.
Both Marcy and Robi walked on egg shells, not wanting to challenge the status quo for the time being.
Robi made himself as comfortable as he could, feeling like a guest in someone elseās home.
He did chores to help out around the place, but he felt that Marcy must just feel that he was trying to make a good impression.
He often took an evening swim to try and clear his head, he often felt he could see the cogs turning in Marcyās mind about how she wanted to make the best of the situation, but then the shutters closed again, and he was left feeling more alone than he ever had before.
He spent his nights on the wooden bench in the study, which, he was the first to admit,Ā was not doing great things for his temperament.Ā Although, I think the kitties knew that the treatment he was receiving was unfair.
Still, he tried to keep a smile on his face so that Marcy would start to feel comfortable around him.
He imagined that this is what Horse Whisperersā felt like, trying to gain the trust of a wild animal, that had known nothing but fear and hardship.Ā He would not give up though.
Marcy knew that she was being unfair on Robi, she knew that she ought to try talking to him at least, but she just couldnāt bring herself to.
This morning after breakfast, our dear Marcy started to feel a little unwell. In fact, she passed out right there on the kitchen floor.
Robi carried her to her bed, and bought water to her for when she awoke.
She was groggy and unfocused when she came to, it had become dark and she wondered how on earth she came to be on her own bed, she remembered nothing past feeling a little peculiar after breakfast.
Sipping the water by her bedside, where had that come from? She wondered to herself. Then it hit her, Robi must have looked after her. Why would he do that? Why wouldnāt he just leave her on the kitchen floor.
It was what she deserved after the way she had been treating him recently, when he walked into a room, she had walked out. She had made herself food, but none for him.
āFuck!ā She said out loud, when it hit her. She had been treating him how she was treated growing up, as nothing but an inconvenience. Someone to be endured.
She felt truly desolate when the realisation came to her. She knew she had to change the way she was treating him. But how?
Chapter 27 The next days passed into weeks and pretty much the same things happened each day, the two of them lived separate lives within the same house, and it had turned into a house, from being a home.
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