Introduction.
I hate him, I tell myself under my breath, as I leave the room where I’ve been angry with my boyfriend for the past few hours. If he thinks I’m going to be the one to apologize to him, he should think again, I tell myself in my mind. I walk through the whitewashed walls and oak-floored room called the “living room.” Without waiting for anyone, I rush to the entrance to the hallway through which I will disappear from this fateful place. I grab my jacket from the shelf and my handbag, which can only hold a few things – my phone and wallet. It should have also fit my car keys, but unfortunately my car is “not in a condition” to be driven right now. In fact, I accidentally caused an accident and… well, it crashed. The doctors say that my parents should be glad I’m alive. Just as I’m about to leave this house, a voice, low and masculine for my age, is heard:
“Darling, please don’t go anywhere.” My boyfriend tells me. I stop for a moment. A few seconds later, a young man steps from the living room into the hallway. His curly hair falls over his brown eyes. “It’s getting dark,” he adds after a minute. But I just wave it off.
“Well, then, honey, you should have thought about it before you got angry,” I retort. A faint smile appears on the guy’s face, which doesn’t reach his eyes. He swallows hard. His Adam’s apple rises high and then drops to its normal position.
“I really didn’t want this to happen,” the guy mutters quietly, running a hand through his hair, making it even more tangled. I roll my eyes. Well, of course, this sentence is typical of all guys, when they see that they are going to lose a conflict, I say to myself indifferently.
“Of course,” I cross my arms over my chest, thus showing that I am not in the mood for games. My boyfriend takes a deep breath and steps closer to me, but I pull away at the same time, taking a firm step back. A shadow of fear flickers in the guy’s eyes. As if he’s afraid of losing me. But we just had a fight. I’m definitely not going to leave him because of this, I whisper to myself. Our eyes meet. And my heart decides to stop. Damn, it’s happened again, I scold myself in my mind for such a pitiful act. Although I don’t want to be angry with him longer than necessary, there needs to be a break for what he said to me.
“Rhea, please...” the guy tries to talk me out of it, but I shake my head and smile.
“No, I’ll go and that’s it.” I cut off all his fantasies. “You offended me. And I can’t just take it and forgive you as if nothing had happened.” I explain. The guy lowers his eyes to the ground, knowing I’m right. He always does this when he realizes I’m right. In two years, I’ve come to understand this guy and can “see right through” him if I need to. That’s what true love does.
“But it’s going to get dark soon.” He tries to talk me out of it again. After a while, he takes a tentative step toward me; this time I don’t back down. There’s that sincere tone in his voice that gives me hope that he’s truly sorry. But… I turn my eyes to the door.
“So I need to get out of here as soon as possible,” I say quietly, turning on my heel. Before he can add anything or stop me again, I walk over to the door and open it. I take one last look at his face. I can see that he’s hoping I’ll change my mind. And, I have to admit, at this moment, when I see him so vulnerable, I wonder if I should forget everything and go back to him. But I force myself to focus and think about myself at least once. I take a deep breath. It seems that the guy still wants to say something, but he is silent because he knows that it will not change anything. “You can’t take back the words you have spoken” – I remember this quote when my literature teacher was talking about relationships, because it made me really think about the meaning of these words. I shake my head weakly. Don’t deviate from the point, I tell myself, opening the front door. Quickly, before I change my mind, I leave as far away from this house as possible. I don’t look back, because I understand that at any moment I could want to go back to him. And right now is the least I need. But how could he say that to me, I still can’t believe it, I mutter to myself. I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t see a red BMW coming at me at lightning speed. I step onto the crosswalk where the BMW driver is supposed to let me pass, but before I know it, it’s too late... All I see is yellow lights as the car zooms toward me... and then there’s just blinding darkness... and nothing else.
