(Arata)
The sound of my slap echoed in my apartment.
Loud and clear. Followed by the snapping of my heart in two, it burst from the pain his words had caused me. He meant to say he was too good for me because I had been sleeping with another man.
He didn't know that at the start, it was just lust and fun, and then it became a distraction because of him.
He stood like a marble monument carved by silence as his head slightly turned from the impact of my slap. His hollowed cheek had my fingerprints plastered on it as his head swivelled back towards me.
A veil of glacial emptiness I met, except his eyes, where something was buried too deep for me to find. There was no surprise in his expression as if he had instigated me to slap him as if he was expecting me to do it.
His hand didn't even reach out to caress his cheek; he just blankly stared and stared as tears finally slipped out of my eyes and fell onto my cheeks.
