"You don't need to shout, Karen. "
We'd been going at this arguing for what seems like an hour.
"YES I DO! Because you don't seem to be hearing me! "
The past couple of months have been difficult for us, ever since the proposal Karen's been on edge, stressed. She says I don't listen to her, that I'm distant.
" I don't know, maybe this is it Nate, I don't want this constant bickering, maybe we're done." She cautioned
"Done? What do you mean, done? I'm not the one who's always bickering, I don't want to fight." I pleaded
" Ya know Nate maybe that's just it." She stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
" Nathan." She began. "You don't communicate, you don't bicker, maybe if you showed me some type of emotion, a slither of effection, maybe just maybe we wouldn't be here."
"Karen, you know I love you, I tell you all the time how I feel about you."
"Words and actions are two different things, Nate."
"Here, Nathan."
She placed a small silver hoop detailed with carefully patterned sapphires in my hand. Her engagement ring. And all I can utter is.
" Are you sure?"
"I am, Nate. I love you, but I can't do this anymore."
I watch her walk away, her hands shaking and her shoulders shuddering with the rhythm of her sobs.
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The Beach (ON HOLD...school)
ChickLitAs Clara, Nathan, and Keith find out, Love in all its forms can be turbulent. Love can be heartbreakingly frail or shockingly strong. Love can be found anywhere, and strength, in anyone.
