MOAN For me MONALISA
“Mona, stop this nonsense. Sorry won’t fix it back.”
“Exactly!” I snapped, rising slowly to my feet. My voice grew louder, deeper, bitter with hurt. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything. So mind what you think and say with your mouth before you throw it like a knife. Words cut deeper than glass, Tricia. You see this cup? It will never be whole again. Just like friendships, just like trust, once broken, it will never be the same again.”
Tricia froze, her eyes wide.
I wiped my tears roughly with the back of my hand, grabbed the plates, and turned to her one last time. “I’ll let this slide tonight. But next time, Tricia…” My voice dropped low, sharp as ice. “…I may not.”
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