She saw him kissing the other woman. Their bodies were melted into one another and their hands were woven into one another’s hair. He looked like he was eating her lips, the look on both their faces was that of pleasure and bliss. It seemed to her that the woman was made out of the juiciest red apple served with honey and cinnamon.
She didn’t know what her first thought was. She was pretty sure that she couldn’t think of anything. But she knew how she felt. She felt numb, empty as if a void had appeared at the place of her heart. And then she felt sadness like rain dripping into her soul. And then the raindrops turned into a thunderstorm, and she thought that if she unleashed the storm trapped inside her, a hurricane would consume them all.