As I Reminisce
Maurice’s POV,
Seven years ago,
“But why? Why can't we be together?” Stan asked, my face aligned with his eyes. He was in pain, and it was conspicuous enough in just a mere flare of vision. But there was a pain in me too. When I asked him to end our relationship, it wasn’t easy. But necessary. And it was much greater than his pain.
How can I make him understand I chose money over him? He won't understand. To him, it was a betrayal. But for me, I had no other choice.
“You were my first love. And I loved you every moment we were together. But I can't live in this lie anymore.” I said coldly. But I burned all on the inside when tears filled his eyes, turning them red. I wanted to rip away my eyes and this pain. “Every day I spend with you, you treat me to a nice warm meal
