Memories (2)

Arthur felt like someone sucked all the life out of him slowly as she said all those words sharper than any knife that ruthlessly stabbed his heart and tore it to million pieces.

Me? She is asking me all that?

No she is not asking, she had already decided I did all that.

How could she?

How could she even believe for one second I'd hurt her?

He couldn't feel himself anymore when she finished talking and she looked pale as a sheet of paper too.

"You're asking me why? Me?"

He could feel his voice breaking down and his throat hurt as he speak.

And seeing her with no change in her expression looking at him coldly like she was looking at a stranger... No, she'd never look at a stranger like that. She'd be polite with people she doesn't know. She looks at people she despised like she is looking at me now.

Why? What did I do to deserve this?