It can never be how it was. You’ll never look at me the way you once did. As the blood dries on my knuckles, you can’t take your eyes off me, and at this point I don’t want you too.

“Why?” She says as her eyes become swollen and face a bright red.

Her expression is the flipping of a coin that never lands, anger and then sadness and then anger again. she can barely utter a word. So she asks aga...