Lock and Key

More times than not the couple has sat in silence, like now in his car, both upset about things so petty they won't remember them tomorrow. Sitting in front of a deserted park, they each wait, wishing the other to state their feelings so they won't have to admit their own. It's a nice park, and a very nice day. Nice enough that neither of the young adults have on any type of jacket. Nice enough that its strange for the park to be void of little children running around, giving their parents a break.
"What are you thinking?"
"A bunch of stuff."
These two lines have been exchanged between the couple more than most others, with "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" and "I really do love you" coming in close behind.
A truck pulls up a couple parking spaces in front of the couple and what looks like a 4 year old little girl and her father shut their doors and walk onto the wood chips. She runs away while he sits on the bench and watches, but not too intently.
"Why are you upset?"
"What?"
He's mumbling. He always mumbles and She never listens very closely.
"What are you upset about?"
"Just...stuff."
She wishes she hadn't brought it up at all. Her reasons for staying silent the whole ride now feel very insignificant. Embarrassed, She turns away. He sighs. He thinks She's mad at him.
It's almost amazing how their relationship can change so easily. Thirty minutes ago the young lovers were kissing in his garage. Thirty minutes later the two sit silent with their lips far, far apart.
She loathes herself for how she makes him feel. But she never remembers until after the deed is already done. Time after time, She insists on pointing out his tiny flaws while He sits their telling her she is perfect. No one deserves that.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
The little girls lets out her squeal of excitement as her dad pushes her on the swing. Each time he lets go her little legs kick and her arm muscles tighten as she holds on for her life. Thrilled and trembling, the daughter loves her father for his attention.
The young adult watches and loathes and resents.
She's not even thinking about Him anymore. She's the little girl playing while her father pretends to care for her.
She hears the door open and slam before she can even remember something is wrong.
"Shit."
An engine starts and as she looks up the daughter and father and pulling away. They're leaving.