London Looks Better on Me — Luke's Accusation

A million dollar deal. Three months of follow-ups. 47 emails. Eleven revisions to the proposal.

I'm not throwing a tantrum. I said calmly. I just want a change of scenery. What change of scenery?

You barely passed your English proficiency exam. Where are you even going? I didn't answer. He sighed again.

Familiar sigh. The one that said he was already used to putting up with me. Fine. Take a couple days to calm down. Sophie and I will take you out this weekend and we'll talk everything through.

I won't be here this weekend. The other end went silent. What do you mean? My flight's the day after tomorrow.

This time, the silence lasted longer. I heard him rummaging around for something. Where are you going? London. A friend's company is hiring. I'm going to give it a shot.

He sounded almost speechless. You're serious? I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were still swollen.

My lips were cracked. And my face was puffy from crying. I looked dull and exhausted. I'm serious.

Sarah. He suddenly said my full name, his voice dropping. Are you doing this to get back at me? I almost laughed.

Eight years, and he still thought every decision I made came from some emotional No. Then tell me what's really going on. Why are you suddenly leaving?