Viola.

I sighed deep when I remembered that my bird-Mathew-had fled away.

After asking me for forgiveness because he thought of me like a cheap whore, judging me harsh.

Why should I forgive him so easy?

"Forgive? For what-his betrayal?" I muttered, tossing a sock.

Forgive him for looking down at me like trash.

Or for fucking another woman right in front of my eyes, raw and uncaring.

Or for his stupidity and harsh accusing and judgment without asking me about anything.

Jumping to ...