A birthday to forget (part 5)

The silence made Margaret nervous. Away from the music and people, the silence between them was even more obvious. Staring down at her dress, she traced the lines of thread up and down. She didn’t want to be the first to say something, for she feared that all the questions and explanations pent up inside of her would just fall out.
Why haven’t you said anything?
He was a stranger, I promise.
Don’t be mad at me.

Are you -

“I’m breaking up with you, Margaret."
She could barely hear him.
But the both of them could hear her heart break.

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