The one asked the other if she could say what drew her to him in the first place. Her answers were heartfelt, loving.
He sneered and said he did not believe her, that she was lying.
Later the other asked again if she could say what drew her to him in the first place. She could not. All she could remember was the ugly sneer. It made her want violence. She imagined her fist connecting with flesh, skin rupturing skin, bones causing breaks in the tissue, blood angling for the surface. She imagined saliva aimed with sharp precision. She imagined sarcasm. All she felt was ire. She said that the heartfelt answers were gone, that they had been true, but were no longer.
Only bile remained.
This is not fiction. This is the way life is. If only men would figure it out…