"It's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other."
THIRD PERSON P.O.V
Marcello was exhausted. Yesterday night has taken a troll over him. He was just staring at the floor with his head lean on the wall as he stared ahead.
The room was trashed. The table lamp were shattered as sharp pieces of glass sparkle with the white diamond floor. The paper were torn apart as they were lying all over the room.
Ava closet was destroy. The dressing table was sturned upside down. They marriage frame were lying their with only Marcello face.
He was furious. He was hurt. He felt betrayed. His mind had stopped working the only thing he can see was his best friend and his wife holding each other in close embrance.
He wanted to screamed. He wanted to yell as he felt his world u
