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confrontation, she and Austin had decided to call it quits. She could remember the conversation as if it were being reenacted in front of her. Even after all most four years the remembered pain felt as if it were happening at that very moment.
    Austin had been standing in front of the very sofa where she was now sitting, opening and closing his hands and breathing so hard that she thought he would lose control of himself and hit her. He had frightened her with the stillness of his body and the glaring looks he kept throwing at her. She had never seen him that furious, but then again, she had been experiencing something she had never felt herself. The huge uncontrollable rage that had been engulfing her made her want to explode. And so she had sat on the sofa tapping her feet in irritation and bemoaning the way the night was ending. In her imagination it would have been a magical affair. A definite liberation from the tensions and arguments they had been having throughout the previous two months. They had eaten a lovely dinner, cuddled, talked, made love and now they were slipping into the same old mode. Pacing the room and having another one of their stupid arguments.
    The night was pre-planed, as a sort of getting back together kind of thing and here it was about to explode into a war. Catrine was barely able to keep herself from running up to Austin and punching the hell out of his face as she sat and watched him angrily pace the room. His six foot-three inch stride was continually making short work of the width of the entire room. She watched Austin, as every muscle in his body seemed to contract at the effort of controlling himself. She became a little nervous. He looked like an animal trapped in a small cage. Stopping in front of the sofa, Austin bent and yanked a small pillow from its resting place on the sofa and threw it angrily towards the wall.
    "What in God's name do you want from me, Catrine?" He turned to face her.
    "Damn it." Stooping, she retrieved the pillow and replaced it on the sofa. She stood face to face, or as near face to face with him as her foot shorter frame would allow. "I want you to be faithful to me." She poked his chest hard with her index finger as she stressed every word. "And if not faithful, at least be honest."
    "Honest about what?" absently rubbing the spot she had poked, he continued talking. "What else can I tell you? How honest can I be to a woman that is so paranoid that nothing I say makes a difference to her? You know how I work. I'm a surgeon for Christ's sake." He shook his head in thought of the futility of the situation. "My life is not my own." He sighed irritably. "I do not have time to go running after some other woman. I tell you I have been seeing no one else and you choose not to believe me."
    "Of course I don't believe you. How can I? You won’t commit yourself to me, or this relationship. We’ve been seeing each other for almost a year and a half, I suggest that you move in here and you turn cold. What is the big deal anyway? This apartment is larger than yours and you act like you're comfortable while you are here. Maybe you just have a problem being here with me."
    "That's not it at all."
    "Well, make me understand, Austin. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. For the past two weeks you’ve found it extremely hard to be civil to me. You barely talk to me and you only touch me during sex. What's the problem? Do you think I want your money? I'm not asking for you to take care of me, I can take care of myself. I have a great paying job and can pay my own bills. I just thought that it would be perfect to go to sleep with my arms around you and then wake up with you next to me in the mornings. I had stupidly thought that you felt the same."
    "That's bull and you know it." Austin slammed his fist on the table, causing a flower vase to fall and spew its contents of water and dead leaves across the table and onto the floor. Its muddy substance staining the rose colored