Just Your Mind. There’s no You.A short story.

Nature was uneventful this evening. The sun attempts to set, and the sluggish breeze blows across the city. Chuka arrives at his residence.

You can hear as he drags his feet across the venato Carrara marble floor in the silent room.
No banters. Even though she sat inches across from him.
He flung the car key which bounced off the wall and hit the bookshelf at the corner of the room.
It was thrown so hard you could see it bore a crevice on the wall. Well, only if this wasn’t exaggerated.
“Okay. This must be deliberate”, she thinks to herself, as she felt unnerved.
He opens the wardrobe, picks two hangers, walks away. As if he had just remembered something, he goes back and pulls down the rails. Throws all the clothes to the ground and tramples on a couple.

Now, anxiety breeds hastily in the room.
Still, no one says a word.
She glares at his direction, her cheeks flushing.
He refuses eye contact.
He walks over to the mini bar. Pours himself some bourbon. Hands shaking, he spills some. Puts ice cubes in his glass and smashes a couple in grave anger.
“Now I’m definitely going to tell him off”. She thinks.
He loathes at his sloppy attempt to get her attention.
No word is uttered.

She gets up. Walks into the living room.
Sits on the arm of the couch as she gazes uninterestingly at the tv screen.
He shortly plodders after her. Pushes the 86-inch nano90 TV to the floor. The chandelier smashed to smithereens.

She simultaneously walks briskly to the kitchen. Opens the refrigerator and grabs an idle apple and helps herself to a large bite. Pacing back and forth in the kitchen.
He trudges in. Smashes not a few Chinas on the ground.
He blocks the sinkhole. And opens the tap. Pushes the fridge down.
And then sits on the cooker’s cold burner and tries to light a blood-drenched cigarette. Hands shaking, he drops the lighter.

She murmurs only to her hearing.
Having just about gotten enough of everything.

“Doorbell rings!!!”

Feeling frustrated, she dashes to the front door.
Opens.
There he was, with a bouquet of flowers. Smiles and softly says “I’m sorry”.
She looks at him indifferently. “Come in, we need to talk”.