It started as a small disagreement, but maybe because emotions ran high, it turned into a huge blowout. Just how bad is his mood for him to suggest eating separately?

Since I can't cook at all, I decide to just settle for a cup of ramen. But right next to me, he's... well, he's making something that looks incredibly delicious. I feel so pathetic, but my pride won't let me apologize just for the sake of food.

He even seems to dread sitting at the same table, so he sits elsewhere to eat alone. As I choke down my tiny cup of ramen while watching him eat a feast, tears start welling up for some reason. It's not just about the food; I start wondering if I was really the one in the wrong. My mood is miserable as I force down noodles that barely even go down.