On that day, I observed her approaching me with anticipation. A smile illuminated my face, but as she drew nearer, it became apparent that tears streamed down her cheeks. When she finally stood before me, her hand swiftly met my cheek with a resounding slap.
Now I was confused.
"You son of a fucking bitch!" she holds me by the collar, "I trusted you!"
Tears slowly trickle down her cheeks, leaving glistening trails in their wake.
"What did I do?"
"You freaking ruined my life."
What was she talking about?