Longingly, I stared at the off white page.

The letters, bold in their capsulate, stared back.

One combination stood out amongst the chaos.

The words, “Cherri” seemed loving enough.

A reminder of what I had lost.

I caressed my cheek, closing my eyes.

In my mind, I wished it was his hand.

The name set me off.

My eyebrows contorted into a scowl,

Before I ripped my hand away.

I shut the book quickly.

Oh, how I hate that man.