My sweet Regina. Regina, the apple of my eye.
The sound of the song that used to bring me so much joy now sickens me. I’ve never wanted to rip out a person’s voice-box so much. But that’s not what breaks me.
No….
What breaks me entirely is when Adam picks up the shovel, places it against his shoulder then looks in my direction. He makes eye contact with me and cocks his head to the side. I start panting. I start hoping. I want answers. I need him to tell me why he did this to me. When he nods in my direction I have faith. Can he see me? Can he see me? Is this real or is my mind playing tricks on me? “Why?” I ask. “Adam, why?”
He doesn’t give me the response I’m hoping for. Instead, he keeps his gaze centered, smirks and says, “I can’t help the way I am.” With that being said, he pivots on his heel and turns his back to me. He takes a few steps then stops, glancing over his shoulder and says, “You my love, will always be my best kept secret.”