Negativity

Anne

It felt like an Indian movie. Those scenes where someone is being dragged out of the family mansion and is tossed violently to the floor on reaching outside. I felt that way when Vincent pulled me towards the exit.

It was as if he realized suddenly that he needed to trash me. I wasn’t worth it after all. His mum was even in tears. That would have been a no-no for him. That should be why I was being thrown out.

On reaching the door, he pulled it open and took us past it, turning to close them behind him.

Out in the night sky, he slumped against the closed doors, bent his head, and released a deep sigh.

He was going to tell me to leave. I knew it. He was going to apologize just like before, in his car, a day after the accident. He was going to tell me he couldn’t bear the heat and that we should probably rethink our decisions.

I was going to save him the stress. I was going to unburden him and leave on my own so that he wouldn’t feel he hurt me with his decisions and words.