"Well, I'm sorry if I led you on." My voice is sarcastic and bitter and a little more harsh than I'd intended but I can't take it back now so instead I use the momentum to carry my forward.
"Yeah, well, you did. Why did you have to go and stomp on my heart again, huh?" I can feel the hot blood burning in my ears.
"Too bad!" I scream as loud as I can. My throat is sore but I don't care.
"You know what? This conversation is over." I can't believe him.
"Fine!" I just want to get this over with.
"Fine!" The tention in my chest becomes so tight that I'm sure my body will snap in half any minute now.
I storm out and slam the door as loudly as I possibly can. I force the tears to stay behind my eyes. Why does he have to make me go and break up with him again? I already did this once. Why do we have to do it again?
I have a passion for art and an overactive imagination.