Heartstrings on Fire

Deep down, Jared had a hunch about what was going on.

That lad wasn’t in any relationship with Agnes. They had entered the elevator but didn’t go up.

Instead, they went to the underground parking lot. They were there for a mere ten minutes.

Then, that lad drove off, leaving Agnes behind.

But when Agnes came back, she looked like she had lost her spirit.

Jared frowned, “What happened?”

“Jared, I don’t have the energy to talk. Can you please leave? I need some rest, I don’t want to see you right now.” Agnes‘ voice was almost pleading.

Jared, however, stood firm, his aura somber, and didn’t budge.

Agnes knew he wouldn’t leave, but she didn’t have the energy to confront him.

She grabbed a pillow and blanket from the bed and moved to the guest bedroom.

1

Jared walked to the door, only to hear a loud bang.

the door on

was filled with a mix of

never been disregarded like

being constantly asked to leave by Agnes, he just wanted to stay under the same

bed, tossing and turning,

was filled with a

day, her stomach

Jared hadn’t left, because his car was still parked

Jared after four years, Agnes felt a pang of

still remember the happiness they once

that was left were estrangement, arguments, and

was a knock on the door. It could only

buried herself under the blanket, trying to

energy to deal

steady rhythm of the knocking reminded her of Jared’s

Agnes

she ran to the door and flung it open, almost

she spoke,

standing at the door with a