Her Lies, His Unbreakable Spirit

y hands gripping it. They took down the paintings, one by one, wrapping them in plastic. My life's work, disappearing. Chloe directed them with a calm, detached ai

re, not just of my belongings, but of my history. Every object held a memory, a piece of

He looked triumphant. He walked right up to me, a smirk playing on hi

stared at him, at the ma

oe couldn't hear. "That light show you did for me? It was incredible. The record

now. But you already know that, don't you? She was always mine." He p

I pushed his hand away. "Ge

ard. "What are you going t

at him. It was a clumsy, desperate punch. He dodged it easily and grabbed my

we?" he whispered in my ear. "Don't

inst the sharp metal corner of a large, framed painting leaning against the wall. A long, bloody

m, s

es wide with alarm. She saw the blood on Mark

k and pain. "He just attacked me! I was jus

atch with a handkerchief. She looked at me with pure disgust. "I can't believe

said, my voice hollow.

atch like a mortal injury. To her, I was the monster. He was the victim. It was so perfectly, cruelly sta

s stone. "You know what? I have the perfect jo

is wasn't going to be an apology.

nd you are going to be our lighting technician. You're going to set up the lights for

stand there and use my power, the most intimate part of myself, to celebrate

. I looked her straight in the eye,

N

in the air, sm

"I am done being your tool. I am done with both

d by a look of cold fury. The conflict between us w