Without thinking, I grab his collar… my fingers are trembling, yet my grip is so tight as if years of anger have poured into that one moment.
“What are you doing here… with this girl?!” My voice is breaking, yet loud, “You were alive… and you didn’t even tell me? I… I was dying, suffering in your love…!”
My eyes are filled with tears, but I don’t stop. Every word is coming straight from the wounds in my heart, “How dare you? You forgot me… forgot our love?”
He looks at me for a second… but there is no love in his eyes, only coldness and hatred.
Suddenly, he grabs my hands roughly… so tightly that my wrists burn with pain. He twists them behind my back.
“Shut up!” he shouts harshly.
For a moment, I freeze… the shock clearly visible in my eyes. Is this the same person for whom I was ev
