Why do I love you?

“Why do I love you?” she asks his reflection in the mirror as she folds the hand towel over a pile of ice and he apologizes again and again, promising to never hit her again for the fourth time this month.


Written for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Today’s prompt is “start with ‘why.’”

What I was listening to while I wrote this:

Let me know I'm not talking to myself.

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