“You don’t want to see my ugly side”, she scowled at him.
“Now don’t you take-off on that again”, cold words emanated
as he packed his clothes at a deliberate pace that made her blood boil as she
watched each piece of clothing fall slowly into the suitcase.
“I told you I’m
coming back”, his failed attempt at trying to console her was evident in the
stream of tears that was beginning to wash-off the remains of her make-up that
evening. She had so lovingly planned something special for this day –
International Day of Families.
“I don’t want you to go. This argument has been done to
death,” she was screaming at the top of her lungs by now, her heart pounding
furiously, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her clenched fists.
“And so is this relation. I should have known this side of
you before,” a marked indifference encased his voice today.
She was terrified of what was about to happen, yet, with all
the strength that she could muster at this unfortunate moment, she uttered
those words that were tucked away in a dark corner of her heart for years,
“Today, you have to make your choice. It’s either her or me.”
Deathly silence enveloped their being. Picking up his suitcase, he walked out
the front door.
Her mind wandered to the day he had first walked into her
office cabin – bright eyes, ruffled hair and a perky smile adorning his
handsome, young face.
In the end, you start thinking about the
beginning...
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This post is in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge –
Week Seventy-Seven. The prompt for this week is to write a piece between 33-333
words using the third definition of the following word (the prompt must include
the word)
DELIBERATE
2: characterized by awareness of the
consequences
