Early Morning Hatred

A narrow strip of light casts a yellow rectangle on a white wall. A man's silhouette in the middle.

"You don't understand." He takes a swig and sets the cup on the counter. A halo of light blinds his eyes as the sun shines through the shades.

"That's because you won't let me, you asshole." She takes a puff and adjusts her skirt. "I tried."

His eyes flick.

"You know," she says, "I never thought I'd meet someone worse off than me." Her hot red lips left marks on the cigarette.
"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Take a wild guess, fuckboy."

"I don't pay you to talk."

She stands from the couch and walks to the door. "You know, for all your psycho bullshit, you're no fucking better than any of us." She opens the door and says, "at least I'll tell you the truth."

The door closes behind her.