Henry Smash Full of fury and hate, I begin to grab dishes that were left to dry and have been sitting there for days and break them. I didn’t even bother throw them, instead they sort of slip out of my hands, as if I picked it up and in a sudden motion, it flew out. Lily barked at the first smash, but is silent after the third or fourth. After a few minutes, I settled down and curled in the corner between the stove and counter. I hold my head in my palms, “Why would she lie to me? After everything we’ve been through and all those years of being together! Why me, huh? Why did I get stuck loving you, who didn’t love me back?” And then, I break into a hysterical sob. “You could have made it easier for us if you hadn’t said yes. Why me? Of all fucking guys?” Suddenly, in a change of emotion, I started to smirk, “Then again, why you? Out of all – Selene was a good girl, she cooked day in and day out, never missed a beat. But she wouldn’t deal with it. There was ...
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