sending a message. |
“I don’t believe you.” Clark said. “Then don’t.” I said, nonchalantly. “Now what?” “Oh, I don’t know.” Clark stared at me with anger in his eyes. I should have felt sorry for him. Instead, I felt nothing. I just wanted him to go away. “Why?” Clark dared to ask. I had no time to explain. I responded: “Why not?” I heard him chuckle. What more could he do? I guess he never thought karma would ever come back to him. I felt happy to deliver the message. To be the message... “Is that all you have to say?” Clark demanded. I could tell he was getting annoyed with me. Too bad! “You actually did it. You cheated on me! Oh, you did good. I must admit it.” He said. This made me laugh. I finally felt something: victory! “Like I said, I am sorry for this.” I replied. “And like I said I don’t believe you!” Clark snapped. I stared at him for a moment before I responded. “Tell me, did you feel sorry for what you did, when you cheated? Did you feel sorry for me? Or that you got caught?” “Would you believe me if I told you all the above.” “Ouch!” I said. “I might as well take what is left of my dignity.” He said. “Whatever allows you to sleep at night.” Clark scoffed at my response. “So it's really over?” I stared at him for a moment. “I don’t see us ever going back. It will never be the same.” “I want us to try!” “I don’t. I no longer see you the same.” “You’re hurt, I understand.” “HURT?!” I shouted. “You broke me! And you sticking around won't fix the situation, nor me!” Clark looked down and realized that it was, indeed, over. Word count: 299 |