I do not like the way this is going. I want to have a meaningful conversation with her since being angry will not solve the problem, but I can see it in her eyes that I'm making things worse.
“What? Now you are capable of feeling love? What happened all those times I begged you to love me–”
“Henrietta, things have changed. I apologise to you for treating you badly. But this is the end of it all, okay?”
Her eyes glisten with new tears and she lunges at me like a wild cat. She's fast but I'm faster.
She wraps her legs around my waist and tries to kiss me.
“Let me make you remember what it feels like to have me, please?”
I pull her off me and she staggers and lands on the floor.
“Henrietta, this ends now!”
She looks shocked, it's hard to read the expressions on her face becaus
