twethereal
It was as if she was in a furnace. Everyone was looking at her, waiting for her to make up her mind. But she couldn't. It was too hot. She was on fire. "Stop looking at me!" she wanted to shout. "Leave me alone!"
He was always so far away from her. As if he closed his mind off from everything else and kept to his own little world. How she wished she could read him like an open book.
It was understood. Or at least once she assumed it had been. It was impossible to tell now. She supposed it didn't even matter anymore.
The flakes in her cereal were getting soggy, but she couldn't find it in her heart to care. Nothing seemed to matter to her anymore. Not after all that had happened.
As she looked through the glass, she could see her cat. She sat there in front of the window, her whiskers twitching as if irritated. She should be the one upset! She took care of that cat for years and she repays her by locking her out of the house. Unbelievable.
As she looked through the glass, she could see that they had a cat. It was staring at her, its whiskers twitching as if irritated. She should be the one upset! She had taken care of that cat for years and she repays her by locking her out of the house. Unbelievable.