56: BFF

Moana

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"I believe that this time, you might recall our fight over this picture, but trust me, it’s not what it looks like." He said this, to which I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms around my chest. As much as I was pissed at him, I wanted to hear him out.

I wondered why.

Maybe because even though I wanted to listen, what I was thinking wasn’t true. "Here, look at me." He spoke, holding my chin and making me look at him. "I didn’t remove her picture because I wanted to do this in front of you. Here, see, I've got your pictures too."

If my glare could burn him alive, he would have been dead by now. If the situation had been different, I would have laughed at his expression because he looked really scared, even though I hadn’t opened my mouth yet.

I watched him replace his ex-wife’s photo with mine in front of me and then keep her picture in the water on the table. As much as I wanted him to burn down that picture, flush it down the toilet, and tear it. I knew that wouldn’t be right; a