Deeply Disappointed

As soon as the thought surfaced in my mind, I suppressed it harshly. I immediately dismissed it, unable to get past the sight of him, right in front of me, brazenly carrying away Eliza.

I kept telling myself to forget those intimate whispers, the deep affection of the years... none of those could rival the coldness he showed me that night. It's laughable, he said he loved me, yet he never asked if I was hurt, just left calmly with another woman. I can't be as heartless as he is.

"Don't you think this incident is quite telling? Using your fans to hurt me, and after the truth came out, the blame was pushed onto you. Think about it, did those 'others' you speak of suffer any loss?" I pressed on aggressively, illustrating my point.

"You think the collapsing scenery was just meant for me? Imagine, if I hadn't pulled you back that day, it might not have been me who was injured. Maybe you would be the one lying in this hospital bed!"