Rose and Lily

It was quiet in the car.

"Why didn't you tell me that you married Mike with my ID?"

She did not answer.

I looked at her and said, "He's here for you. Go and see him."

"I won't see him," she said.

"Do you know what kind of life I led before I came back?" She lifted her head as if trying to hold back tears. "Mike's right hand was smashed by a brick when he was protecting me from the gangsters who harassed me. He can't draw anymore.

"You think I'm fickle, don't you?" She turned her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I wanted to be with him. I don't care if he can't draw or become a great artist. As long as we can be together, that's fine. But when I offered to help him get a job, he refused. He stayed at home, drinking non-stop every day."