Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write

#39

"I can't believe you would say that." She looked to the ceiling desperately trying to hold back the tears. "It wasn't my fault."
He looked at her, his voice sharp as he asked "Than who's was it?"
"His! Why don't you believe me? Why can't you just-" Her voice cracked and she tried to swallow her sobs.
He shook his head and stood from his spot. His hands angrily wove through his hair trying to make sense of it all.
"You know," he finally said, "You play the part of the victim so well."
It was these words that sent her into undeniable heartbreak. Her throat became hoarse from the sobs that wracked her body and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't catch her breath.
Seeing this he scoffed and made his way to the door. "Bravo." He said opening the door. "Bravo." And then he was gone. The room went from hail storm to peaceful destruction, leaving nothing behind but the broken window of her soul.