Clarissa

It had been two weeks already, and Barry and I had been perfect.

Barry was a whole different person. His actions were living proof that people are capable of changing. I was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, waiting for Barry's return from shopping.

It was a big day and I was basking in delight as my vibrant mood lit up my face with smiles.

The doorbell caught my attention, and I rushed out of the kitchen.

"Who's there?" I called as I approached the door with curiosity all over my face. There was silence, so I plodded gently.

I opened the door, and staring back at me was Barry...