Cold

"Didn't you say you're working today?" She asked with little strength in her voice.

"Nah." He answered without looking at her. He continued drinking beer. It was his thirtieth can.

And the final blow.

She took her luggage and went out of the house. Closing the door quietly. That will be the last time. She's never coming back.

She went to a place she left 4 years ago. The house she bought for herself after she got her job.

She took the old key out of her pocket and unlocked the door in front of her. Everything was still in place, the same as 4 years ago. The cleaner she hired kept the place spotless too.

Putting her luggage aside, she sat on the soft carpet and felt the fabric with her hands. It warmed her hands that were so cold.

Right now, she just wanted to forget him. She wanted to erase the memories with him.

He's changed. He isn't himself anymore. Day by day, he lives life on his sofa, drinking beer and talking nonsenses. She tried helping him, she really tried... but the bruises... she had endured... no, it wasn't a life she wanted... not with him... not with the monster now...

She hated him, despised the monster he is now...

Her heart hurts as the memories of them together flashed in front of her.

She still loved him...