Hate To Break It To You

"I hate to break it to you, but we are over," she coldly said as he gaped at her as if she wasn't real. "For real? I thought we could work it out," he calmly says, even though a storm is winding up in his mind. a dark deadly storm. "Sorry, but we aren't a match anymore as you keep on hurting me and watching me hurt," she says, looking blankly at him. "Look, I am sorry. But we have to make it work otherwise you will have to giv-" She cut him off my saying, "I will give you the compensation for breaching the contract. But I want a divorce first." Her ached to say those words to him, but she had no choice. She had to give up, so she could finally not cause him any pain. A flash of pain covered his face for a second, like he was hurting as her. But maybe she was imagining things. He would never love a woman, who was like her. "So?" she asked, showing hesitation. "Meet me at the kazi's (Islamic Court Room) tomorrow at 10 a.m," he said as he walked away from her, feeling something break.