April 7, 2012

Walking Away

She looked up at him, on the verge of tears. “Why?” She asked him. “Because I have better things to do.” He shot her with an annoyed look. She let out a sigh, her heart heavy with hurt and pain once again. He turned and walked out the door, not bothering to look back as the tears flowed freely from her face. She had done it again. She had annoyed him.