"don't go. please." his voice was rough with regret. "we didn't do anything, i swear."
"but you wish you did, don't you?" i asked, my tone icy and harsh.
his silence spoke volumes. fuck, he still loved her. i turned away from him, wishing that i weren't here. that i would simply disappear.
his face was contorted with despair. "you know i can't live without you. don't be angry with me, mi cielito."
i whipped my head around, fists clenching. "don't call me that. how dare you?" pure, undiluted anger shattered my carefully-crafted aloof image. i closed my eyes briefly, composing myself. i will not be like her. i will never be like her.
when i opened my eyes, he was fidgeting with his keys, face flushed. those keys. the same keys he used to drive himself over to her house.
"i can explain-"
my resolve steeled. "no. i don't need to know. i was losing feelings for you anyway," i lied. unable to spend a single second longer in his presence, i stood up and walked away. let it all go to hell.
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not based on personal experience, i promise ^^ i wanted to try writing a "breakup" scene
