What Should Happen Next?

The slap was hard. Heat rushed to her face, as she staggered back. Water filled her eyes. She raised her hand to her cheek, numb, but there would be more pain soon. It would be a lingering pain, one that wouldn't let her forget this moment.

She stared intently at her would-be lover, trying to figure out why he thought this was acceptable behaviour. Anger filled eyes that once drew her in with love. The knuckles on the hand that hit her were now white, as his fist hung at his side. His dark hair was out of place, a few strands in his eyes. She had run her fingers through that hair, she had held his hand and kissed his soft lips.