"I'll be leaving now."
The words were small, but in the quiet of the living room, they sounded like a glass vase shattering on the floor.
"Leaving?"
I simply nodded. I knew I should have done this a long time ago—maybe the moment I first heard about her wedding, or the day I saw that invitation. I had stayed by her side because I loved the way she held me. I had made a thousand excuses to myself just to feel her warmth for one more day. I had dragged it on far too long. It was finally time to sort things out.
"Who said you could go?"
Before I could even blink, her hand shot out. She grabbed my collar and pulled me forward so hard my feet left the floor. Her face was inches from mine, her nose wrinkled like a beast baring its fangs.
