Long time partners

They lived with each other for too long already. Things were getting routine, he would come back from work in the evening, she would wait for him in the room. For a day long, she had a rack of book to fill her ever empty schedule. She did some chores - washed clothes, swept the floor and went to top up kitchen stock. Sometimes she would surf net; about places, cultures and literatures, there went a day. He came back from work, same like any other days, too used to the existance to each other till they never bothered to greet, neither a single i'm back nor i'm home. Saying anything like that for the sake of saying it would be too redundant and extra. Sometimes they didn't talk during dinner time, a conversation of no more than 2 questions and replies would be luxurious. At night, they would do their own things. Even they stay in the same room, he would go to his favorite web sites and forums for update while she would attend to her unfinished chapters. The silence continued to late until the time to sleep. They would make love, like every other nights. There went by another day. Day after day, till everythings faded away and end.

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