Moving Things

"You've moved stuff around." she said and looked at the furniture in the living room she knew so well. The green couch was now placed by the big window, the TV was gone, the sofa table had been painted and was awkwardly paced on the far left side of the couch. "Yeah..." he said and disappeared into the kitchen. She had another look at the living room and then joined him in the kitchen. "Do you still take your coffee black?" he asked her as he opened the fridge. "Yeah." she answered and stirred the spoon in the instant coffee in the blue mug on the kitchen counter. He poured some milk into the green mug. "Blue and green should never be seen." she said and smiled while looking down. He put his hand on hers. She tried to fight the tears but as she blinked she felt one fall down her cheek. There was so much left unsaid and still too much had already been said when it all happened. "Was it stupid I came here?" she asked him. He squeezed her hand and she looked him the eyes. "No. I'm happy you came." he said. They smiled at each other briefly. He shook his head as to get out of a trance and said: "Come on, let's go to the terrace. I swear, I haven't changed anything there." She chuckled and followed him outside into the sunshine.