She Had No Right To Hurt Him

Melissa stared at the gallery and crinkled her nose in distaste, why on earth would someone ever spend most of their days here? She tried to build the passion when she and Matthew were knitted but she couldn't bring herself to find the feeling that makes that weird look come to their eyes, she simply sees a tree when an artist draws a tree, nothing more, nothing less. That wasn't what brought her and Matthew apart though, they only laughed about it, he had called her uncultured rat and she had called him sophisticated bear and they spent their good times doing things of their interest. “I would like to see Ms. Claire … what the fuck is her last name again?” She asked herself, she was standing in front of the receptionist and she forgot that. The receptionist just stared at her and Melissa was thankful for that, she would have yelled at her if she had said anything. “You seem to be looking for something,” she heard behind her and she turned to the familiar voice. “Good, you save me some