Remains

She twisted the stem from left to right, then left again. She sat across the table from him with her head down, focused on the large pear in her trembling hands. A few minutes ago she had been craving a small snack, her stomach begging to be satisfied. Eating was the last thing from her mind now. Thoughts swirled through her mind as she tried to understand how she had ended up here, sitting across from her soon to be ex-husband. All she could do was focus on the pear, and try to keep the tears from falling down her face.
“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching his hand out to touch her. She jerked away and just glared up at him. How could he say sorry so easily? Did he really think two simple words would fix everything? Why did he have to go out and get drunk? Why did he have to throw away their life together? He had once been the cause of the joy in her life, but now caused the sharp pain in her broken heart.
“Sorry?” she said mockingly. “That’s all you have to say to me?”
“Please, can’t you forgive me,” he pleaded.
“Forgive you?” she replied. Even from her own lips, the words sounded absurd. How could she forgive the man she had slept beside for five years, never wavering in her love for him, when he so easily tossed it aside for a one night stand with some dumb slut from the bar? Her stomach began to curl up into knots as she became nauseas from the site of him. “You want me to forgive you?” she reiterated.
“Please, it was just a mistake,” he said, reaching out towards her again/. “Just a drunken mistake.”
“A mistake? That’s what you call it?” she mustered a sarcastic laugh. “No John, a mistake is misspelling a word on a work memo, a mistake is over cooking the steak, a mistake is not cheating on your wife!”
“But Sarah, I love-“ he started but was interrupted. Sarah raised the pear above her head and threw it across the room. John ducked, allowing the pear to fly over his head, and splatter upon the wall like the remains of her once comfortable life.