ice cream fight

the last argument they had ended in an ice cream fight. not the fun kind where you throw ice cream screaming laughter, dripping sticky, licking bits of dulce de leche off your chin. this ice cream fight was not that kind. this ice cream fight consisted of her screaming and him drowning out the hate with the rich and creamy coldness of chocolate chocolate chip ice cream. he is starting to get fat. every time she starts the yelling, he walks to the kitchen. he muffles her voice with the crunching of chips or the fizzing of soda pop. he hates the stomach aches, but he hates her hateful words more. so much sugar sloshing around in his belly, he's drowning himself with sweetness hoping to escape the sour of a love gone horribly wrong. how did we end up like this? he wonders. me chubby, her breaking things. we used to be so in love.