"Alright, stop making a scene. Emily is just staying temporarily. If you keep forcing this, I’ll let her leave."
"You know how much I love you."
"I’m not making a scene, I’m just making space."
I reached for my suitcase.
I couldn’t move it.
He was holding on tightly.
"Make room for what?" Frederick frowned, puzzled.
"I already said Emily is only staying temporarily. Why do you have to be so aggressive? Weren’t you generous before? How come you’re worse with age?"
I gave up on the suitcase and looked at him.
"You said it yourself—I’m thirty.
A thirty-year-old doesn’t like squeezing in with others. Not in space, not in a relationship."
"What do you mean?! Who’s squeezing in with you? You know perfectly well you’re the only one in my heart!"
Frederick roared,
"You insist on this? Fine! I’ll make Emily leave! I’ll make you happy!"
He turned abruptly and stormed out.
Before he even reached the door, Emily burst in.
Her hair was a mess, eyes were swollen like walnuts.
"It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault!" Her voice was shrill, piercing, full of heartbreaking sobs.
"If I hadn’t been so desperate to wear this instead of a nice outfit, you wouldn’t have argued… It’s all my fault!"