Chapter 6: Revenge on My Mind
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Chapter 6: Revenge on My Mind
The silence between us was suffocating, like time had frozen the second I opened the door.
And there she was—Alma—standing right in front of me, as if no time had passed at all.
Her eyes, full of emotions I didn’t care to interpret, searched for mine.
But I couldn’t tell if she was looking for what she lost... or just trying to finish what she started.
“Isaac...” she whispered. Her voice had that familiar tone that used to shake me to the core.
But not this time.
My mind was racing.
Every thought was a storm clouding my judgment.
The echo of her name, her voice, everything she meant to me hit me like a hurricane.
I wanted to shut the door.
Erase her.
Pretend she’d never existed in my life.
But for some reason I couldn’t explain, my feet were glued to the ground.
I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
“What are you doing here?” I spat, my voice so hoarse I barely recognized it as my own.
She hesitated, like she’d expected something different. She raised her hand slightly, like she was going to touch me... but let it fall before she even tried. Her eyes held something—pain? Regret?
I didn’t care.
Not my problem anymore.
“I came to talk to you. I need you to listen, Isaac,” she said, her voice shaking, even though she was trying to hold it together.
A bitter laugh slipped from my throat.
Talk?
*Now* she wanted to talk?
How convenient.
Every part of me was on fire with a rage that only grew the longer I looked at her.
It was like a wildfire inside me, destroying everything in its path.
“Talk?” I repeated, my smile more of a twisted sneer than anything else.
“After all this time? After everything you did? You really think a few words are gonna fix it?”
She took a small step back, but didn’t look away. There was something in her gaze that nearly disarmed me, but I wasn’t about to admit that. Her lips trembled, like the words were stuck in her throat.
“Isaac, you don’t understand... not everything is how it seems.”
“Don’t give me that!” I cut her off, stepping closer.
I could feel the anger pounding in my chest with every beat.
It felt like the walls around us were closing in.
My words hit her like a slap. Her face changed, but I couldn’t stop.
It was like everything I had buried inside was finally breaking free, and I didn’t know how to hold it back anymore.
“Do you know how long I waited for you?” I went on, my voice trembling with fury—and something else I didn’t want to name.
“How many signs I ignored because I trusted you?
And now you show up, like nothing happened, asking me to listen?”
Her eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
“You have no idea what you did to me.
How you broke me.”
My voice cracked—and I hated the vulnerability that slipped out with it.
But I didn’t step back.
Alma finally spoke, barely a whisper.
“I don’t know, Isaac. I don’t know what you want from me...”
For a moment, I didn’t say anything.
Her words echoed in my head like an empty scream.
What did I want from her?
What was I really looking for?
And then it hit me—harder than I expected:
I wanted her to feel what I felt.
I wanted her to hurt.
But even that idea left a bitter taste in my mouth.
“What I want, Alma,” I said at last, my voice colder than I ever thought I was capable of,
“is for you to understand what you did to me.
And no—I’m not going to forgive you. Not now. Not ever.
What you did changed everything.
It changed *me*.”
She didn’t say a word.
The tears streamed silently down her face.
And even though I hated myself for it, a part of me felt satisfied.
But the other part—the one that still loved her, the one that remembered who I was *before* her—that part shattered just a little more.
The silence that followed was heavy. Crushing.
Finally, I took a step back, away from her.
“There’s no place for you in my life anymore,” I said, and my voice sounded way more confident than I felt inside.
She didn’t reply.
And I didn’t wait.
I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the apartment like a final blow.
But her presence still lingered, like a shadow I couldn’t shake off.
Without thinking, I grabbed my coat and walked out.
The cold night air hit me like a bucket of ice water—and I welcomed it.
I kept walking, no destination in mind, letting the noise of the city drown out the chaos in my head.
Maybe one day, all of this would stop hurting.
But today was not that day.
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