The look on her face will stay with me always. A combination of miniscule movements transformed her expectant smile to an acerbic, frozen pain and I recognised it instantly. Her eyes flashed a grief so wretched it bore through me. In that second I regretted my words with such vehemence I wished I could turn back time. I had wounded her, delivered my blow with such acrid immediacy that an indelible aftertaste settled around us. I witnessed the death of our relationship in that tiny unconscious expression. I had been cruel. She had expected a proposal, I had delivered heartbreak.
In response to The Daily Post’s Prompt – Bitter.