If Only There Was A Switch In My Heart It Should Be For 'Reset'.

A Switch In My Heart It Should Be For 'Reset'. - Chapter 3

The music stops just in time for her to hear the faint beeps from her door.

She takes her earphones out and saves her work.

The door opens with a click and she turns her head to see Wendy walking inside her apartment. She instantly smiles. "Hi."

"Hey..." Wendy takes off her shoes and closes the door behind her. "I got food."

"Oh?" Irene turns off the piano and stands up. "What food?" She approaches Wendy and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"Pork soup." Wendy continues to put the plastic bag on the dining table. She then starts taking bowls and utensils from the cabinets while Irene takes a peek in the plastic bag.

"Nice. Thanks." She's about to give Wendy another kiss when the latter makes a sudden turn on her heels to get another spoon from the drawer.

Irene holds back a sigh. She busies herself with taking the containers out of the bag.

They've been together for almost a year but Irene knows that Wendy has been different lately. It's like she's slowly but surely growing weary of everything.

They never go out on dates anymore - always staying in because Wendy's always tired and Irene never wants to demand too much. Even when they did go out on dates, Wendy wasn't one for public display of affection so the most they did was stealthily hold hands.

And the most they did in private was kiss. Wendy never said 'I love you' and Irene didn't mind, at first.

Irene wants to take things further, of course, but she never brings it up because she knows of Wendy's reluctance. They can't even make out for too long because Wendy would usually put it to a stop.

She knows it's just a matter of time before Wendy gives up. Even though they enjoy their time together, deep down Irene knows Wendy can't change. She tries not to think about it and just savor as much as she can but reality catches up. She has started to cry herself to sleep every few days because it still hurts even though she had known of the consequences. She has had a taste of having Wendy with her and she doesn't want to let go. She doesn't want to go back to days without being able to hug Wendy or kiss her cheek or simply quietly cuddle in front of the TV. She needs to see her smile and hear her laugh every day. It's an addiction Irene knows she can't live without.

And yet, as she stands there watching Wendy scooping rice into the bowls and setting the table, she knows that it's inevitable. The person she loves isn't happy. The person she loves doesn't love her back that way no matter how hard she tries. The eyes that used to twinkle brightly when they talk or hang out have grown dim and blank.

Irene walks to the fridge to get the drinks while clenching her jaws and suppressing the sinking feeling inside. She contemplates on the best time to talk about this as she looks at Wendy who's taking a seat at the table.

"Something wrong?" Wendy asks when she notices Irene just standing in front of the fridge with the tall bottle of cold tea in her hands.

Irene shakes her head. She places the bottle on the table and sits down.

Tonight's dinner is a quiet one. The only words exchanged are casual small talk about their days and with every passing silence, Irene knows the ending is nearer than she had thought.

She loses her appetite halfway through and just sits there with her glass in one hand - watching Wendy eat.

Wendy feels the eyes on her but chooses silence. She's not sure what to say or how to react. She knows that her growing doubt and reluctance don't go undetected. She knows that Irene's fully aware of what's going on. And she feels guilty. She has practically forced Irene into this and now she's the one backing out slowly but surely. She has overestimated herself and Irene's the innocent victim of her selfishness. She gulps - suddenly losing interest in her dinner even though she was feeling very hungry because she had skipped lunch thanks to the hectic day at work.