The Misunderstanding That Continue

Entering her room, Marissa looked at the surroundings that didn't change. Micky might have cleaned this room from time to time. It looked the same as before she left this house the morning that led to the situation she was in at that moment.

As her eyes observed the room, they stopped at their picture that was still in its place. Walking to the dressing table, she picked up the picture, "Ten years…" she muttered then sneered. "It seems like the love that you have for ten years vanished in a second." She threw the frame straight to the dustbin but it missed and the mirror broke, scattered on the floor.

"Why didn't you tell me you are coming? I almost took another part time job tonight…" Micky's voice was loud, Marissa could even hear it inside.

"Sis!" The door that suddenly opened didn't even surprise Marissa. "What do you want to eat for tonight? Aunt said we will follow your choice…"