DIVORCE

Chapter 12- misunderstanding

Tyrson walked out of the office building, thinking about grabbing a bite to eat at the restaurant across the street before heading home.

But as he looked up, he noticed Meryl standing on the curb, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

She started to cross the street, but it was clear she wasn't paying attention. Tyrson called out to her, but she didn't seem to hear him.

He watched in horror as she stepped into the street without looking. A car was coming, and there was no time to spare.

A pang of guilt shot through Tyrson. Why did he care so much about her? He should be happy that she was finally getting what she deserved.

But for some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had gone too far. Maybe he hadn't meant those words. Maybe he had just said them to hurt her, to make her feel remorse for what she had done to him.

Just then, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. Tyrson looked up at the darkening clouds,

Suddenly, a bright flash of light appeared in front of Tyrson, causing him to squint and turn away. When he looked up again, he saw another car barreling down the road, headed straight for Meryl.

"Meryl, look out!" he yelled, but she was lost in her own thoughts, oblivious to the danger. As the car drew closer, Tyrson knew he had to act fast. Without thinking, he sprinted across the street, moving as fast as his legs would carry him.

Meryl finally heard him this time and turned to look at him, but she also saw the car hurtling towards her. Her eyes widened in terror as she realized that she didn't have time to move out of the way.

Meryl was shaking, her body flooded with adrenaline. She couldn't believe how close she had come to being hit by that car.

Tyrson pulled Meryl to safety, just as the car whizzed past. They landed on the other side of the road, Meryl still in Tyrson's arms.

She lay there for a moment, eyes tightly shut, her whole body trembling. After a moment, she opened her eyes and saw Tyrson looking down at her. "Tyrson," she gasped, then scrambled to her feet.

"Are you all right, Meryl?" Tyrson asked, his voice shaking slightly. She nodded, and he released his grip on her, letting her sit up.

He stared at her, his eyes full of worry and concern. "What were you thinking, walking into the street like that? You could have been killed!" he yelled. She scoffed.

"You think I'd be better off dead?" she scoffed. "That's rich, coming from you!" She rolled her eyes, and Tyrson felt a lump form in his throat. He had been the one to put her in danger, and now she was angry with him.

Tyrson frowned as he thought back to the moment when the car had come barreling toward Meryl. He had been so caught up in his own anger that he hadn't even considered the danger she was in. What was he thinking?

He stood up, seething, and marched over to the driver of the car. The driver had crashed into a tree.

When Tyrson reached the driver's side of the car, he found the man unconscious, blood gushing from a deep cut on his head. He was lucky he was out cold, because Tyrson was furious.

The thought of what could have happened to Meryl if he hadn't pulled her to safety was enough to make him see red. He was about to storm off in anger when Meryl's voice stopped him.

"We should help him," she said. "He's going to die if we don't get him to a hospital." Her voice was calm.

He turned his back on the driver and started to walk away. As far as he was concerned, the man could rot for all he cared. He'd tried to hurt Meryl, and that was unforgivable.