"I've had enough! I'm going out!" she yelled, storming off.
"Where?" I called, angry.
"Just out!" she shouted, slamming the door behind her.
I sat down on our bed, my head in my hands. We could not keep doing this. She could not keep doing this. At least they weren't going to track it back to us - she wouldn't have been stupid enough to do anything to risk us at least.
I decided to have a look at the damage, sifting through her clothes. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew that they would look good on her, but then again, she looked good in most things.
It had been a hard month - nearly getting kicked out - and it had taken it out on us. We spent most of our time fighting, annoyingly. I wasn't sure whether I should be angry or forgiving; it had been stressful for her as well. One thing that made me slightly happier was the fact that she had kept the receipts, obviously in case they didn't fit properly but I could see a different use for them.
"I'm back." she was standing in the doorway, looking wet.
"Umbrella?" I offered, picking it up off of the floor and handing it to her.
"Thanks." she avoided eye contact, looking to the floor instead.
"Want to storm out again?" I looked to her sympathetically and saw her nod slowly as she thought about it. "Need to shout anything first?"
"You are terrible!" she hollered, slamming the door even louder than before.
I knew that her words shouldn't really mean anything but they did. It felt like she meant it.
I never dreamed of telling her how much she meant to me and how her thinking that would kill me. "Just keep that to yourself," I mumbled.
I decided not to start sorting the clothes into a bag, instead just sitting on the bed, thinking about what to do. That's when a good idea popped into my head. Grabbing the space umbrella, I sprinted out of the flat, gently pulling the door shut after me.
I hit the street with a run, crossing over the road to avoid my other half walking slowly. I bumped into a big guy, hearing his wallet and keys jiggling in his pocket.
"Sorry." I nodded, carrying on. As much as I wanted to turn and take what he had, the pavement was covered in water and he'd have heard my footsteps. So instead, I kept going and looked for someone else. The next passerby was a young man, dressed like he had a flash car. Smiling, I went to work.
So I hadn't reacted terribly well when Kaya had stolen from someone but this was different - this money was for us, not just her.
The man drew level with me and I slid, falling over onto the floor with a thud. I suspect Kaya had spotted something going on, but on that dull evening, she wouldn't have known it was me. Hopefully anyway. He bent down to help me up and I took what I wanted, his wallet and a set of keys, and went on my way, crossing the street and turning around to head home.
"Eddie. What are you doing out here?"
"Looking for you, dear. Coming home? I'm sorry for earlier."
I looked her in the eyes. "Really."
She smiled. "Thank you."
"But we're probably going to have to take a lot of those clothes back."
Woops. Clearly not the right thing to say.