“You told me you didn't love her, but you didn't want to love me either." I flick my eyes from the floor to him
“What did you expect, a diamond ring? You're not wife material, babe," he scoffs before crossing his shiny black shoes over one another. He sounds like one of the dumb boys at the college.
My heart falls to my feet in shards of heated passion. No one to love and nobody to care for me. Thunder claps against my rib cage as I try to breathe through the raging sea inside my chest. My palm begins to sweat as the knife in my hand burns into my skin. Voices in my head telling me to use it, to hurt him like he hurt me.
I drop it and gasp for air.
Looking up through my bangs, I cannot contain all of the feelings combusting in my chest like a giant firecracker going off on the Fourth
