It crossed my mind to sell his passport to the highest bidder.
That stupid, childish grin.
We were going to be married.
The tiny nose he inherited from his mother.. it never really looked right on a man's face.
He has the bluest eyes.
What an idiot.
He loved me then.
My eyes seared into him as he quietly tossed his things into a single cardboard box.
"I don't like this," he had the nerve to say. "I don't like you watching me."
"I want to see what things in this house you do care about."
"Lu..." He looked hurt.
You deserve it, you fucking bastard.
He filled the box halfway and withdrew.
Abandon.
