Anastasiya Lobanovskaya Author's stories 11.21.2019 He was relaxed, lying on a sofa. Before I could say anything, he uttered the words I was so afraid to hear: “I am married.” All the pain I had bottled up inside for so long broke out with a roar. How could he do this? How dare he say it to my face so calmly and casually, as if everything we had did not matter?! I wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt me. I started yelling. Before I knew it, I was breaking and throwing things. One hit his head. Fear Loss by grace Sabina K. , Anastasiya Lobanovskaya
11.21.2019 He was relaxed, lying on a sofa. Before I could say anything, he uttered the words I was so afraid to hear: “I am married.” All the pain I had bottled up inside for so long broke out with a roar. How could he do this? How dare he say it to my face so calmly and casually, as if everything we had did not matter?! I wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt me. I started yelling. Before I knew it, I was breaking and throwing things. One hit his head. Fear Loss by grace Sabina K. , Anastasiya Lobanovskaya