All my memories came flooding back.
I recalled that early that morning, Larry and I had a huge fight over me being fired.
I stormed out in a huff and stood downstairs for two hours, but he never came after me.
In the end, I caved like a coward. Remembering it was his birthday after all, I trudged back home muttering curses under my breath.
As soon as I got in, I overheard Larry on a call with his mother.
Furious, I confronted him and accused him of toying with my feelings.
He was not about to back down either, calling me hysterical.
Our argument escalated. Words turned into sharp blades, cutting at each other's most vulnerable spots.
In the end, it was Larry who fell silent first.
His eyes, which always held a mocking glint, were now filled with nothing but icy exhaustion.
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