Charlie

I was close to collapsing. I knew I would actually collapse if I had not held unto the vanity. He was standing there like he had no other care in the world and that he was sent to torment me.

There was no disputing the fact that he hated me. Why he did it, I don't know, neither do I care. This should be vice versa. I should be the one dishing out the hatred in full force. But I don't care at all.

He did not say anything after the statement he just uttered, so I steadied myself on the vanity and continued to stare at the mirror. Pulling out toilet paper from somewhere beside me, I cleaned my hands.

As I did, what he said came to my mind then. Like I just processed what he just said. What did he mean by the fact that what right do I have to laugh? Do I not deserve that? I'm supposed to be at his mercy, even after he left me for another woman?

I was about to reply to him when he cut into whatever I wanted to say.

"I asked you a fucking question, Gwen. And if you'd remember well, I h