˗ˏˋthe bakeryˎˊ˗

forty-three..

lana was washing the dishes in complete silence. it was driving me insane.

"l-lana, baby? c'mon, talk to me, please." i pleaded.

she dried the  cup and placed it on cupboard.

"lana, i'm begging you."

she threw the sponge in the sink and dried her hands.

she put her hands on her face and let out heavy breaths.

"lana? banana?"

her soft cries and sobs were heard around the house. my heart clenched. but, i was the reason she was crying.

i hugged her and stroked her hair.

"lana, please don't cry. forgive for whatever i did."

she pushed away from me.

"i want you to leave. please, jack. i need to be alone."

"i'll leave, until you tell me what i did that got you so mad!"

she wiped her tears and stared at me.

"you're pressuring me on something that don't wanna do. even if that want your intention, i don't want any of that, yet."

she ran upstairs.

what that fuck have i done?

whaaaaaaaaaaaaale jack, yous is stoopid.

anywhoosies, byyee.