What she wanted.

Sobbing uncontrollably, mumbling words he couldn't understand. And that pissed her off even more. That he wasn't a mind reader, that he didn't understand she wanted to be with him most of the time. The hell with the status quo, she wanted him right there, penetrating her in that street without anyone being outraged because life is an orgy and let's do as we please. But she did not dare say these things because she knew she was being unreasonable. Because, according to him, she wasn't making sense, so please, could you repeat what you just said?

And here she was, still a mess, even after all this time. Her eyes puffy due to the tears and her clothes completely soaked. The voice in the back of her head was whispering: "You don't want to be safe and calm. You want spontaneity, to be amazed everyday by wonderful things, even if you feel triggered. You want to be pushed further. You don't want to be like this, in this abhorring calmness".

They were wonderful together. A lovely couple, really. All of their friends were jealous of them, the never ending laughter and smiles. But she'd always sought adventure. She was not satisfied, even though they had everything that you ought to have. She was falling back to where she once was. The "bad stuff" had been stored away temporarily, but it was still in there somewhere, forcing its way out.

Why couldn't he read her mind?