Hostility

Leo felt bewildered, his thoughts in disarray, he sat at the dining room, staring at Ismael who was sitted across, paying no attention to the meal before him.

Sure he had lost appetite for food, Leonel stood, requesting it be taken out, by the one who stood right beside him, as he had no intentions of returning to it.

“We need to talk” Leonel said to Ismael, walking to his eating table.

“I do not wish too ” Ismael responded, his eyes yet fixed upon his phone, he scrolled through, paying no attention to Leo, who stood before him.

Indicating he was late for work, Ismael sipped a little off his coffee while standing up his seat, picking up his suit jacket, he walked out exiting the premises into his car.

Leonel folded his hands into a fist, dashing it accross, onto the mirror which stood hanging beside him. Breathing heavily yet filled with annoyance, he felt his blood trickled down, dropping to the ground, same as where the shatte