By: Ed Dzitko

“I think we’re done,” he said.

She stared hard at his face, unsure she’d heard right. “W-what? Are you serious?”

“We beat each other up over everything,” he said, unable to hide the pain in his deep, blue eyes, the ones she loved to swim in. He didn’t want to be mean, to hurt her. “We talk about it, we seem to move on, and then, bam, and, again…”

“It’s how…,” she was downing, “the way I process things.”

“Well, you’d better try another way, or you’re going to be alone a long time.” And with that, he was off.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a website or blog at

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: