The change wasn’t subtle, but abrupt; in reality, it came with no warning at all. The other wept through the invasive assaults, hiding its aggression from those nearest, embracing against the brutality, weeping harder and longer as this demon moved into the heart once filled with compassion.
The mate stares with hated disbelief at what this partner has become. The words will be regretted but this one has been shoved over an emotional cliff of incomprehension and an excruciating cascade of terminal words fill the room.
Something unknown intervenes and the solitude of silence embraces the night. Tomorrow may be no better but at least it will be tomorrow and not this day. Change; surely something must change.