Burning

5

It was a gloomy and rainy day. Richard's brows were furrowed with a chilly aura as I hit a nerve, causing his eyes to glare at me with a frightening coldness.

He stood straight and looked at me as if watching a child pout.

After a moment of silence, his thin lips curled up into a mocking and cold smile, "Who do you think you are?"

I was distracted, and the photo in my hand was taken away by him and precisely thrown into the charcoal stove.

His voice was icy as he spoke, "I didn't forget. I just forgot to clean it up."

The sparks quickly engulfed the yellowed photo and turned it into ashes. I felt like my heart was being roasted over the fire, and my eyes were sore.

Suddenly, my heart felt empty.

I admit that I am an excellent actress. Even though tears were about to fall, I could stop them instantly.

I quietly placed his wallet on the table beside me, smiled, and said goodbye, "I'm leaving."

I wanted to leave gracefully, but it wasn't meant to be.