They had nothing to say to each other. Speaking wasn't going to heal the wounds that they had caused.
She looked him in the eye, her thick red hair falling damply over her face because of the rain. Her eyes were full of hatred and so were his.
'So?' he asked 'what have you got to say for yourself, Amy?'
'Don't speak to me like I'm a child' Amy yelled over the rain 'you've done too much to speak to be as your inferior'
'Me? This wasn't my fault you're the one who…' he went to say but was caught in his tracks.
'Lost him? No! You are the one who told him we didn't need him! And look where we are now? In the pouring rain, the year seventeen-eighty! And all you can do is blame me?'
'Don't be stupid!' he yelled moping back the rain from his eyes 'you are the one who…'
'You know full well I wasn't the one who did the kissing!' Amy yelled 'and it would have been fine if you hadn't hit the roof and told him to leave'
'I didn't mean completely. I meant leave my sight!' he yelled.
They store daggers, disgust meeting each other.
If only he could say sorry. If only she could go home. If only they could have the one they had lost back.
