I entered the room slowly. Chris and the woman were still flirting while I was making drinks. I poured myself a glass of wine, but they didn't even notice. I decided to sit on the other sofa and avoid looking at the painful scene in front of me. Why did I have to fall for someone like Chris?
If he doesn't love me, there's no need for all these, I thought to myself. Chris finally let go of the woman's hand. She excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving just Chris and me in the room.
The silence was deafening. Chris suddenly turned to me and cursed. I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. I kept my head down, avoiding his gaze. The more I looked at him, the more painful it became.
I heard Chris moving around, went to the door and locked it.
"Why did you lock it?" I asked,
