Tears are the silent language of grief.
~Voltaire~
Sophie
Tears clogged my throat, blurred my eyesight and soaked the top I was wearing.
My feet were unstable, my body shook it was a wonder I could run. I felt worse than the day I discovered Raphael was in the mafia, perhaps because this time, he had knowingly chosen to betray me, consciously broke my heart by touching and fondling a woman who wasn't me.
I didn't look back at the house, did not glance to see whether he was following me, I simply stared straight ahead at the bright cloud, the beautiful sky that was a total contrast of the gloom that now resided inside of me, yelling at his betrayal, at how cavalier he had done it; without a single thought of how I would feel.
He kissed her the way he kissed me, touched her with the sa
