“Why do we go through it all over again? I don't want to hurt you, I don't intend to hurt you. But what is this complexity, this weird energy between us that the only emotion that comes out is anger?” He said to her while sitting on the floor with his veins popping out as if it were no longer part of his body. The entire room, suffocating at the same scenery painted for it every day, had stopped reacting. The idols, who had long forgotten the meaning of their presence, had stopped reacting. The night, which witnessed this shimmering darkness every day, had stopped reacting. But most importantly, she had stopped reacting.
The next day, he woke up beside her, she made him breakfast, he kissed her goodbye and walked past the photo of him and her smiling - 'a memory', it said. He rushed to the office, crafted a banner and then joined the protest downstairs. The banner said, “Real men protect their women, they don’t abuse them”.
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