Short Story : Predicament of a different thing

Predicaments of a different kind

She was stunned. He had just spoken a lot of things. She stood there listening quietly as he kept on talking, kept on ravanting. May be he wants to just let go of all that he has been holding on for too long, she thought. So, she just chose to listen. It was hard, It was tough. The words stung. They hurt. Now, her ego was getting hurt and she couldn't fathom out, why she was just standing there, listening to him as he kept on lamenting, kept on talking, kept on accusing. The pitch grew louder and all his frustration was coming out on her. After a while, he stopped. He looked at her and she was teary eyed. She wondered, if it was her fault, her fault that she allowed him to walk over her, say whatever he wanted to say. He had just hurt her sensitivity and touched her ego. He, on the other hand, couldnt believe..had he just said whatever he had said, to her? After all, she was the pillar of strength to him. Damn, is this why, they say think before you speak. She on the other hand, didn't know how to react. The point here really was, should she really say anything to him. What should she do? The words had just cut through her and scarred her deep inside. They burned and how. He was remorseful and she just stood there in dignified silence. She had two choices in front of her - To either stay there or then to walk away. At this point of time, she just didn't know what to do.