Dinner was very quiet and awkward for Dariel and Ohara. Dariel was still reeling from what Ohara had said to him in the afternoon and well she, she wanted to stand her ground and stop being the first one to apologize every time they had an argument.
For more than twenty years, she had always been the peacemaker, the one who sacrificed everything and for a large amount of those years, she did it willingly without questioning if it was harming her as well, but now, she had changed and she did not feel ready to pretend like her own feelings were unimportant.
Ohara finished her meal and without a word, she stood up and was on her way out.
"Ohara," Dariel called right before she stepped out the door.
She stopped and turned around slowly.
"Are you just going to leave wordlessly? Like we are a bunch of immature people who do not know each other?" he turned to her and frowned.
"The immature one who does not know the other is you, Dariel," she replied.
