Why were you so happy when I told you I wanted to break up? My heart was breaking. I had tried so hard to make our relationship work. I did everything I could.
I walk into the dark room. He's sat there in the corner, the lamp light illuminating his face. The words "we need to talk" reluctantly leave his lips.
Snow falls. Ice. Everywhere. People slip, skid, fall. Some laugh. Some cry. They shiver, wearing scarves, hats, clothes made of wool.
Dear friends and family, I lied. I love you all, but I must confess, I lied.