The best way to heal a broken heart, it turns out, is to find a way to move past the hurt.
~Mary Kay Andrews~
Raphael
Sophie got up and continued to pack, putting almost all her stuff haphazardly on the travelling bag. I stood at the door watching. Her hands trembled, her eyes misty even as she tried to hide her face using her hair, I could still see the tears anyway.
"Why did you let me make love to you?" I asked suddenly. It had been bothering me, why she would let it happen considering how mad and hurt she was.
"I didn't let you." She said softly.
I felt my body react violently to that, shooting my eyes to her.
"That is not what I mean. Of course you would never force me." She said as she lifted the bag from the bed and headed towards the door, which was where I was standing.
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