He hunched over, his hands clutching his head, and let out a repressed, guttural cry of frustration. She was finally, completely, no longer his.
York let out a self-deprecating laugh, tears glistening at the corners of his reddened eyes.
When Peter came in, York was leaning against the sofa, staring into space alone. The whole room reeked of alcohol. Peter quickly opened a window before walking back to York and snatching the glass from his hand.
Peter sat on the coffee table, facing him. “York, it’s not that Claudia never loved you. But you let a good one get away, and now she's with someone else. It’s useless to be this broken up about it!”
Peter glanced around the living room. “Your wedding to Claudia was called off a long time ago. There’s no point in keeping all her things. You should have someone come and throw it all out.”
“And that wedding photo on the wall,” Peter continued, “have someone take it down. Claudia has a boyfriend now. It’s not appropriate for someone to see this.”
York numbly turned his head to look at their wedding picture, and his eyes grew redder still. His lips trembled as he finally spoke. “We were childhood friends. I’m happy she found someone who’s right for her.”
Peter stood up. “If that’s the case, then I’ll help you take the photo down.” He started to move toward the wall.
Suddenly, York lost control, scrambling to his feet to stop him. “Don’t you dare touch anything in this house!”
Peter jabbed a finger at York’s chest. “You said you were just childhood friends, didn’t you? That you were happy for her? I haven’t even touched it yet, so why are you so agitated?!”
York staggered backward, his heart feeling like it was bleeding. He retreated until he hit the sofa and collapsed onto it, completely drained of strength.
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