A Symphony of Scars
"Susan, you crazy woman! Miranda came here to check on you, to bring you flowers, and you repay her kindness by throwing her gift on the floor?!"
I coldly retorted, "I'm allergic to pollen. Didn't you know that, Ryan?"
Ryan froze, his anger fading to embarrassment as he stood there, momentarily speechless.
He mumbled an apology. "Sorry, Susan. I forgot—"
I cut him off, my voice resolute, "It's over."