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A/N: Depending on the reception it gets, or if I get a clear picture of how I want this to continue, this might end up as a Two-Shot. Sorry for the length, but hey, it's a bit more to the point this way.
Ken had never seen Sherry so upset before, and it was like a knife to his throat just thinking about it.
He heard the crack before he registered the pain. Her tears fell from her eyes like rain.
His face stung, blood rushing up to the pulsing hand mark on his cheek.
"I…I can't believe you!"
Why did he do it? He knew she was sensitive, yet he couldn't stop the words from falling out.
"Just because it seemed that way doesn't mean it's true!"
He was absolutely livid, not at her, but at himself.
"Are you trying to make me think that my sweet, kind Ken returned from military school as an insensitive jerk…?"
Oh how he wished those three words never escaped pass her lips.
"…Good bye, Kentin."
The slap was a mere tap in comparison.
"If you really believed that…after all we've been through…I'm…we're done."
Why did he just stand there and watch her disappearing back as she fled home? Why didn't he chase after her?
The pain in his chest grew in intensity with each step, even when he could no longer make out which foot landed on the pavement.
The reason was because he couldn't see past the blurred vision of his own tears that dark night.