Sep 21, 2009 16:26
The Departure
He had left; she had a temper tantrum on the living room floor. Twenty five and satirical, the departure had hit her hard; she’d never been one for expressing herself healthily. In particular, she didn’t mean it when she cursed the day they had met. Still, most of her anger turned to sadness when she started looking to decide on music - planning the funeral would be the hardest part.