They say misunderstandings could be cleared up with time, but sometimes, when the bond broke, it’d be gone for good. I used to believe that if I just stayed quiet, stayed patient, kept making her happy, eventually I'd have the chance to explain everything.
Standing there now, I realized that it was nothing but a wishful thinking.
Some misunderstandings never go away. Because some people don't want the truth. Ever.
"Fine," I said, voice low.
With a loud snap, I threw open the suitcase.
My things spilled all over the floor. Aside from a few changes of clothes, I hadn’t taken anything with me.
A small crystal globe rolled to a stop at Luna’s feet. It was a gift she’d given me back in college when we first started dating—her way of confessing her feelings. Technically, it had always been hers.
She bent down to pick it up and right at that moment, I yanked off my shirt with a sharp rip.
“Luna, if you’re going to search me, then do it. Make it quick,” I said, my voice flat. “My ride’s still waiting outside.”
Since that incident five years ago, it was the only time I’d ever raised my voice to her.