“Have you not heard anything I’ve said?!” I sounded rather panicky.
He took my hand, “Ashley, are you blind? You left me for that mongr-”
My face tightened; if Tom stuck around much longer I don’t think I’ll ever need Botox. I tried to tug my hand out of his but he held on tightly.
I sighed unhappily and pulled a lipgloss out of my pocket. “No, Tom, I left you because of this guy,” I spoke slowly, irritably, handing him the lipgloss.
“Wh-”
I turned the little tube so he could see the mirror. He looked at me questioningly before peering into the small little piece of reflecting glass.
He let go of my hands, pulling the lipgloss mirror closer.
My arms crossed, I asked, “What do you see?”
“I see.. me,” he stated dumbfounded. But I knew better.
“And I see a boy who thinks he is a man, but is blind and immune to his own childlike behavior,” I told him rudely, but continued. “Rude. Loveable. Frustrating. You’ve got to see yourself Tom, because I’m tired of seeing any of you.”