[ WP ] Its been a week since anyone has been able to lie .

`` Do you love me?'' I ask, but I already know the answer. It has been a week since anyone was able to lie. He sits across from me at the kitchen counter, shoving a breakfast burrito into his mouth and trying very hard to not look at me. This house used to be cosy. It used to be warm. 
 
 He freezes, when I ask. I do not look away. When he looks up to meet my eye, I stare at him. Challenge him. He wipes the ketchup from his lip, and he swallows, and he considers his answer carefully. Whatever it is, it will be the truth. 
 
 `` I want to.'' 
 
 I stare. I do not see him. 
 
 `` Do you love me?'' he asks. 
 
 I swallow. `` I ca n't.'' 
 
 The kitchen is filled with our silence, except today it is different: today when we do n't talk, we say the most we've ever said to one another. The timer for the oven tick-tick-ticks away. It is deafeningly loud. 
 
 `` Are we going to try?'' he voyages. 
 
 `` We did.'' 
 
 `` I know.'' 
 
 We do not go ahead with the wedding.
