ManyWriters

On New Year's Eve, my husband promised me a fireworks show.
I stood by the river for four hours in the freezing sleet, my whole body numb with cold.
At 2 AM, he finally showed up in a brand new BMW, contemptuously tossing two hundred bucks in my face.
"Buy yourself some new clothes! Don't wear rags to the divorce - I'm ashamed of you!"
The rich beauty smugly flaunted her Louis Vuitton bag, seductively nibbling my husband's earlobe.
"Useless women are only good for warming beds. Unlike me - I give away cars and houses like it's nothing!"
I wiped away tears of humiliation and set off an entire box of cheap sparklers by myself.
Then with hands covered in chilblains, I made a phone call.
"Grandma, he failed the test. Mom and Dad's billion-dollar inheritance will have to go to me after all."

Love Fades Like Fireworks

As I asked this question, I forgot about our family backgrounds.


My heart was filled with the desire to give my love everything, still feeling insecure that it might not be enough.


He wiped away my tears and said with tender concern:


"The only thing I care about is whether you're happy. It's always been that way, and it still is."


"When I saw you smile just now, I thought I was dreaming."


"Every time I used to dream of you, you'd disappear as soon as I spoke, and the dream would end. That's why I didn't dare say a word earlier."


"I'm sorry my silence made you feel insecure, but you should know that whenever you turn around, I'll always be there."


This was the most I'd ever heard Garrison speak since I'd known him.


I was afraid I might never hear it again.


So I silently repeated his words several times, memorizing them word for word.


Unexpectedly, the warmth of his palm grew hotter on my back, seeping into my heart.


I don't remember who made the first move.


Chapter 8