Shadow
He pretended to ignore her, anger shining in his eyes. You don't need her anyways! he told himself. You managed to live two years without her. I bet soon she'll come running back anyways. Deep down, her words stung, as if he was stabbed with a needle. Right now, he was just mad at her, although soon it would wear off and more guilt would come pouring in. Really, to him, that's all his life seemed to be. Guilt, anger, and sadness. Happiness and joy was like winning the lottery, in his eyes anyways.
















