Four Years

I looked at her with soft eyes as she urged me to go on; shaking in my chair I played with the split ends of my hair, biting my lip. I sighed 'He was the worst four years of my life.. I should've saw the signs.' Deanna nodded her head slowly, her big green eyes boring into me. She opened her mouth to speak, but I knew what she'd say. She'd say that this all happened for a reason and something good will come out of it, that was something I didn't want to hear at the moment. I stood up as she began her sentence and walked into the kitchen. Although I tried my best to avoid what she had to say, she still said..