- 4.
“Break up?”
Mark just stared, then laughed. “You’re
kidding, right?”
“I know, you’re still mad about the stock.
You sold it to Brenda, you got the money, stop acting like this.”
He chuckled, not taking my seriously.
I sighed. “It’s not about the stock.”
“Then what is it?”
Mark thought for a second. “Because I didn’t
go get the marriage license? Sarah, you’re
being so petty. I explained, I really had
something to do.”
Before he could finish, an awful sound started
- up.
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It was coming from Mark’s pot
Mark froze. Then he grabbed his phone and
turned it off.
The room went silent.
I felt calm, just watching him.
He didn’t know about the ringtone, which meant it must have been Brenda.
“Sarah…”
Mark started to say something, but I cut him
off.
“I know everything. I heard you and Brenda
yesterday.”
“Let’s just break up. It’s better for both of
us.”
I thought he would give in, but he grabbed my
hand.
He looked at me sadly.
Г
He looked at me sadly.
“It’s because of Brenda. I’ll move her to
another department. You’ll never see her again.”
“I never wanted to break up. We’ve been together ten years, don’t do this.”
“I really want to marry you. Brenda was just a phase.”
“I wanted to get the license today.”
He pulled out his phone, showing me that he scheduled an appointment.
It was real.
I believe that he wanted to marry me, but I
also know he can change his mind.
He can say that he doesn’t want a divorce,
but be happy with Brenda.
I pulled out my phone and showed it to him.
“I want to leave too. I bought a ticket home.”
I booked the ticket a month ago, and finally
<
“I want to leave too. I bought a ticket home.”
I booked the ticket a month ago, and finally
decided to get it.
Mark looked at the ticket.
“I just don’t care anymore. It’s been getting worse, Sarah, our love has been dead since Brenda showed up, so let’s just bury it.” “Let’s just end this, okay?”
Mark covered his face, his eyes red.
“I was just being stupid. But I never wanted to
break up. Not once.”
“Give me another chance, okay? I’ll fix
things.”
He grabbed my hand.
I pulled away and walked out, dragging my
suitcase.
I looked back at the house.
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I lookeа pack at the nouse.
I tried to imagine what I would feel like.
I thought I would be sad, or angry, but I just felt nothing.
Maybe I was too hurt, or I died a while ago.
I heard Mark punch the wall, but I walked
away.
I saw Brenda by the car, smoking a cigarette.
