She sat there. Legs crossed, keeping her head down, trying as hard as she can to keep her face hidden. She was crying, hard. And somehow even when no one was there, she felt as if a thousand eyes were upon here. Staring and judging. And she found solace with the action.
"How can you say such things? I'm nothing like what you say I am. Sometimes I feel you don't know me. Even though we've been together for so long." He grimaced, he knew it was too much. He knew he couldn't take it back. He knew what he said, crossed the line. " I.. I'm sorry", he tried. "Don't! Don't say it and say you don't to mean it, at least have the courtesy to tell me what you feel. To tell the truth! ", she cut him off.
It was these little arguments that they had. Things they tolerated about each other. Things they thought they wouldn't mind. Things that really were trivial. But it all adds up. The longer you stay with a person, the more intolerable it became. And that's the tragic truth. They had enough of each other. And each second they were together, felt wrong and senseless.
She picked the photo frame up. Pieces of shattered glass still cling stubbornly on the frame like old memories unwilling to fade. They looked so happy, she thought. And she wondered when it all changed. And she smiled, her mind lurking through happier times as another tear rolled down her cheek...
