“I don’t feel like we’re really communicating at the moment.” I said to her, as we lay beside one another.
“There’s nothing to say.” She replied.
“We need to talk this out.” I insisted. I felt her shrug her shoulders.
“We’re fine.” She said, though the tone of her voice suggested otherwise.
“No we’re not, yet you refuse to talk to me about it.” I told her. She sighed loudly and turned over in bed so she was facing away from me.
We both lay in the same bed together, but I had never felt more distant from her.
This was written with the prompt about distance dating provided by the Carrot Ranch April 23 Flash Fiction Challenge.
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