Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Murray froze in place. "You..."

Remembering what he did to her at the villa, Roseanne looked at him with both fear and caution.

"Don't come any closer! Stay away from me!"

"Anne..." A pang of pain shot through Murray's heart. "That day, I..."

Roseanne cut him off. "Stop it! Just leave. We have nothing to talk about."

"Anne..." With his eyes bloodshot, Murray stood rigidly, "I'm sorry. It was my fault. Can't we stop fighting? I shouldn't have, shouldn't have said and done those things..."

"I missed you too much... It was just a moment of impulse...I'm here because I want you to come back to me..."

"Come back?" Roseanne shot him a cold look. "To be what, your mistress?"

Murray blurted out, "If you agree to come home, I'll break up with Millie immediately."

Roseanne shook her head. "I refuse."

"Anne..." Just as Murray attempted to approach her again, Roseanne quickly turned and ran back to her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

After a moment, the outside noise faded away, and she cautiously stepped out to check. She found Murray slumped against the wall, asleep.

sighed, not knowing

stirred, and as Murray opened his eyes, a wave of dizziness

unfamiliar setting and the cramped layout

from

eyes

expressionlessly. "Do you remember what you

then shook

never say, "Anne, come back"

smirked, "Last night at eleven, you wouldn't stop knocking on my door, disturbing my life, bothering others. So, please don't do such childish

her words felt like a

he scoffed, "This tiny, old dump? Do you think I'd want

if you begged

come back!"

grabbed his coat and stormed out,

of the street, he dialed Cliff's number. "What are you up to? Come

...

look like you just left a party. You still smell

drinks in the clothes from the previous day. He sat down beside

you here

hands in surrender. "Fine,

bar, with the staff gone, just the two of them