Howling and cheering goes on all around me. St. Stephen’s has won. And I, have lost. Everyone around me is happy. Cheerful. Rejoicing. And I am pacing, into the locker team of the basketball team, to do one last thing.
I enter and am met with celebrating and cheering players, drowned in the joys of victory and I scan my eyes before landing on him. There he stands, laughing and happy, no flashes of regret or guilt of the pain he has inflicted.
Not a care in the world about the person he has broken, and then rejoined only to break her again.
I march straight to him, turning him by the shoulder and landing a full force slap on his face, venting out every dram of anger, hurt and pain I have within me.
He looks at me shocked and so does everyone else in the room.
“You really did that?
