“How do you do it?” She asked, tears staining her eyes a light shade of crimson.
“I don’t.” He replied flatly.
Her eyes flashed from the floor to his face and painfully met his. She stared at him, clearly confused and hurt.
“You think that i’m doing just fine without you but i’m not, i’m not fine but i know better than to ever get back with you. You’ve hurt me too much and i’ve finally learned my self worth. So i’m sorry to say it, but this is goodbye.” He sighed before reaching for his bag and heading out the door, never to come back again.
— moving on /