Pieces of paper that I spent ages trying to obtain, were ripped to pieces as they laid emotionless on the hardwood floor. The clock was shattered, and our old vintage desk that had nothing but a pile of junk on it, were scattered all over the circumference of the room. Though the clock was evidently broken, the ticking sound that echoed in my head, only got louder the closer he got to the door. But I didn't divert my attention from the mess that was made so inhumanely by him, even though I could vividly sense his dark presence coming my way. It didn't help that it was nearly midnight, considering how everything becomes a million times scarier in the dark.
His hand slammed the door frame and the empty bottle of whisky that slipped from his hand, startled me. I finally turned towards him.
Though he's six foot seven, he appeared approximately five foot, from slouching. His eyes met mine, and redness had overcome his ocean blue eyes. His cheeks were marked from the tears that had slid down his face, his shirt unbuttoned and his tie, hung loosely around his neck. This was the first time I saw Mr. CEO of a business company turn into a complete drunkard.
"How long were you going to keep it from me....Huh, Jen!?" He slurred.
I looked down at my wrists, and grabbed onto it tightly.
"I was going to tell you today." I said.
"Why? Is it because you don't love me anymore? Or is it because you found someone else!?"
"Stop it Jack! You're spouting nonsense."
"Answer me!"
"We were just not meant to be, okay....I'm sorry."
I hesitated before exiting the door. Partly because I was afraid of this unfamiliar person right before my eyes and also because of the bottled whisky that had previously shattered into a million pieces all over the exit. I swallowed my fears, and rushed by him. This isn't the kind of life I had hoped for.
