One From the Story Where He Broke Her Heart

Sailor sat in bed looking at him sleeping beside her. The moonlight hitting his face and giving his dark hair a red tint. Why is he doing this, she thought. Why is he digging up something we had planted so deeply in faith? Oh, that's right, she thought, he doesn't believe in faith and laughed to herself. How do you come out on top with someone who is always testing you, trying to catch you slipping, waiting on you to give the perfect answer every time your mouth opens. Why is everything I do jumping through hoops, she thought. Why can't I, myself, my thoughts and feelings just be enough? Why is it always about being the version of me that is acceptable? Regardless of how hard I try to jump through those hoops and pass those tests, I'm always lacking the perfect move. What is it about me that is never enough? Why does he sit here and say he loves me and somehow makes me feel as if he secretly hates me? What did I do to make him this way? Why does he hate me so goddamn much?