"Would you like to see the, umm, boat....?"
She stared at me, just a moment of silence before it happened. it was one of those times when your world slows down or your mind speeds up but some how I can remember the the way the shatered glass lay scattered over the couch. How our DVD collection was dumped on the floor, the way her eyes burned through my soul.
"I'm Sorry." I said. "What do you want me to do?"
She started walking twards me. Each step was was faster than the last. She jumped me and we both fell twisting to the floor. I landed on my side, her fists hitting my jaw. Then she stops. Her eyes tear up as she sees the blood and glass on my left side.
"Oh God" she said
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