Short Stories

"Why did you hurt her like you did?" She asked.
"I didn't mean to!" I respond.
"She's really hurting." She answers.
"I know," I say. "Every time I look into those beautiful eyes I see every type of sadness. I can barely look at her anymore without regretting everything."
"Then why'd you do it?" She asks.
"Because I'm hurting too!" I scream. "Because every time I look in the mirror I see a worthless piece of crap! Because I know she deserves better! Because I didn't want to continue with a lie! I can only see hatred! I can barely contain my tears every time I see her!"
A moment of silence.
"Because I love her."