August 4th

Tonight he surprised me with roses and wine. I've come to expect such kindness from my sister, but not from lovers. Naturally, I assumed they were from her. When I went to thank her, he almost knocked me down with his glare. How was I to know? He scowled at me and retreated into himself like a wounded boy.

We had sweet and sour dreams, and awoke with crushed petals in our sheets and the aftertaste of wine in our mouths.