When I got home, the house was deserted. I took a moment to stand in the living room before moving through the house. I took a moment to look at my engagement ring. I took it in my hand and picked it up. How could Daniel not take this oath seriously? I put the ring down and went into the kitchen. My mouth dropped open as I noticed two honey eyes staring at me.
"What on earth are you doing here?" As Daniel moved closer to me, I demanded
I glared at Daniel. "I wanted to speak to you," he continued.
I retorted angrily, "I thought I made myself clear; I don't want you here.
With those words, "Do I mean so little to you?" I snapped. Regardless of what he did, he was tearing at my wounds.
