“How could you do this?
How can you stand here and look at me like you haven’t a clue what I’m talking about?
You promised this wouldn’t happen again!
Liar!”
Her knuckles turned white.
“After all the tears, the anguish, the begging for forgiveness THIS is what you do?”
“I wasn’t thinking, it just happened ok?
If you were in my shoes you would’ve done the same thing.”
“You’re such a
Me! Me! Me!
It’s always about you.”
“I’m not the only one who does these things.
Why don’t you go bother someone else.”
She was summoning her energy.
“I may leave now but you know that won’t make a difference.
Not to me and certainly not to you.
Then again, what the hell do you care,
You’re so
She swung her fist, and hit hard.
She did it not because she knew it would shut her up, rather because she wanted to see her bleed.
Great, exactly what she needed.
7 years of bad luck.
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