The words hit me like a ton of bricks, cutting into my chest like knives as I remind myself to breath. I feel myself take a step backward. I couldn't be in more pain right now if he'd struck me. He stops talking to me and just stands there in front of me. I can't believe that he... I look up at him but I can't see anything through my tears anyway. Judging by the look in his eyes, I could think that he feels sorry for hurting me. He never wanted to say that. The knives of pain that are still stabbing at my stomach twist and curl my shoulders forward. I want so badly to fall into his arms and let him take care of me and tell me that everything will be okay. But I can't do that. He is the one who is making this happen to me. He reachs out as if he's going to touch my shoulder or my hand and I recoil as if he had bit me. Never again.