It had been four years, but the memory still lingered.

She didn't mean to get that angry. She didn't mean to walk out like that. But, somehow, it happened. So now he was gone and she was sitting there, just thinking.

Everyone in her family was mad. And she supposed they had right to be. But it was her fault, even if her heart was the one broken. She had gotten mad. She had lost her temper.

And there were consequences. He left.