Silence suddenly descended between Marco and me. It is intense. I find it offensive that he is comparing Mary to Roberta when, in fact, they both equally occupy the largest part of my heart. I loved Roberta and respected her. I felt Roberta was much more important to me than Mary was.
I shake my head to stop the comparison as I look at Marco again, letting out a sigh which would help me to calm down.
" We will find a way to ... "
" Bullshit! I will... "
Fine, time out. I fisted my hand angrily and punched him hard on the cheek, causing him to fall flat on the floor.
" I am out of patience, Marco! Shut the f**k up and listen. You probably wouldn't be able to relate because you have no sister. We won't be able to understand one another's pain, but we understand Roberta is our loved
