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The fight was still fresh in her mind. The yelling the insults... all of it was still echoing within her brain. She closed her eyes, trying not to picture the broken vase that lie in shattered ruins on the living room floor. But it was as if trying to avoid the image only made it that much stronger. She could see each individual shard of glass, the late afternoon sun rays from the bay window dancing across their surface and casting rainbows on the adjacent wall. And she could see his face reflecting in each and every one of those pieces of glass, all giving her that empty, far away look.
This expression, this mask he wore, was becoming a frequent occurrence. She knew what was behind it though. His eyes were bad liars. It was so clear to her that with each argument, with each nasty name that was swapped back and forth between the two, one more section of his heart was breaking off.
It never used to be like this, she thought as she clutched her knees to her chest. The name ca