i wanted to punch the wall and scream at the top of my lungs; maybe then you might hear me and understand just how much you hurt me
i won’t ask you to come back,” she says. “all i ask is that you tell me you felt it too; the love, the yearning for one another. just tell me that you were happy, even for a little while, please, tell me that i made you happy.
“i can’t do this anymore,” he says, “i can’t handle it, i can’t handle you.”
she sits there, frozen. “i’m sorry”, is all she can say. she remembers back to when he said she would never lose him, and all she could think of was the way he held her tight, the way he felt like home. “i’m sorry,” she whispers.