"I liked you better before," she lamented. Couldn't you just be your quiet, handsome self? Isn't it better to be a silent handsome boy?
Why did you suddenly become so talkative, so eloquent that even she couldn't outtalk you now?
"Before, you weren't this frustrating," she sighed. Just a little irritating, that's all.
But then, you would only annoy her two or three times a year.
Unlike now, when you irritate her every single day.
So frustrating!
"Would you be happy if I didn't come home for a year, if I didn't see you even once?" James Black tightened his hold on the person in his arms, his face inching closer to hers, his gaze filled with threat, "Hmm? Or perhaps, you'd be happiest if you became a divorcee?"
Jane Sampson blinked her eyes, saying nothing.
"In your dreams," James Black whispered as he kissed her eyes and continued, "Then you might as well die of frustration."
"..." Jane Sampton's face was a picture of bewilderment.
