They slammed into the hard ground at the bottom of the gorge.Béla opened her eyes. High above was a narrow blue strip of sky bordered by two enormous...cliffs. The sun was barely concealed behind one of the high cliff faces.‘That looks familiar. I’ve been here before, ‘ she thought, her mind wandering lazily.She felt pressure on her right arm and looked down to find that it was twisted behind her back. When she moved she could feel bone grating painfully against bone in her upper arm. She tried. I glanced up as she turned to get the mop and clean the spill. I was expecting to see her looking hurt… no, I think I was actually hoping for it. But all I got was that stoic poker face she’d had been wearing since that night. The one that said, “Fuck you, Black Man… I don’t give a fuck about you or anything you do”. A stab of pain sliced through my heart… I missed her so much, but if she could pretend like it didn’t happen, so could I. I tried to go back to reading my paper… but I just kept. I will try to keep things under control so that we can finally have a real conversation on just what we each want from this whole mess." Thanks Mike. I'm well aware of how you feel and even though your comments are true, they still hurt. So, what is next?" Do you honestly feel any regrets because Sean is gone and you apparently have not been getting any sex for some time now? Do you think that maybe you should have kept him around until at least we decided if we were going to split or not?. But, no, she couldn't. Call her desperate, call her pathetic. If fighting for the man you loved using whatever hand fate dealt you was a sin, then so be it. No matter how guilty she felt for being so manipulative, she couldn't let herself cave in just yet. She just couldn't.Pulling her hair back into a ponytail, Sarah considered her appearance in the mirror and then headed toward the kitchen to make breakfast for her husband. On the way, she couldn't help but stop at the guest room door and.