Waiting and Envy

Your coffee is getting cold!
No response. The faucet water is running. A shadow and a light reflect off the wood floor from the light above the wall mirror. 

Now seated at the kitchen table. 

Do you want strawberry jam on your toast, or just butter?
No response. Just a slight nod. Glasses glow, mirroring the mobile phone screen. Green. Must be Line.

Good luck at work. I put 5,000 yen in your wallet. I have the feeling you will go out drinking after work. It's Friday.
No response.

One year later. The faucet water is running. A shadow and a light reflect off the wood floor from the light above the wall mirror.

Now seated at the kitchen table. 
No response. Just a slight nod. Glasses glow, mirroring the mobile phone screen. Scrolling through pictures of her and him.
No more, your coffee is getting cold.
No more, do you want strawberry jam on your toast, or just butter?
No more, good luck at work. I put 5,000 yen in your wallet. I have the feeling you will go out drinking after work. I mean it is Friday.

She is alone. 
She is successful.
She is always busy.
She looks really good for her age.

He must have left her. 
I don't hear his voice in the morning anymore.
The walls are thin.
I imagined myself telling her, "your coffee is getting cold" when he said it to her every morning. 
I wanted to be him. I envied him

I hear the door of the apartment next to mine close and lock.
She is still living there. However, I don't hear much living in there anymore.