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"I just can't help but think you're just a terrible person."
"Well you aren't much better than me, now are you?"
He retorted, blandly.
She drew out a prolonged sigh. More whistling antics. It grew boring, truly.
Life with each other had been boring as of lately, and especially dull. There had been plentiful life within whatever their relationship has blossomed into, but as soon as it had come, it was drained away.
Bantering fights had been a way to vent, and bring joy into their conversations. Now it was just venomous words being exchanged, and true hatred for the other.
"I wasn't finished speaking, if you would allow me to continue, Angel."
"Oh. Please enlighten me, you're majesty. I await your frivolous answer."
"That! Right there. The way you talk to people like they're below you? Or how you constantly belittle those who try to help you? It's a miracle I'm even still here. All of this is for YOU. Only YOU."
He let out a dry, humorous cackle.
"You've had so many opportunities to leave. At this point, I'm just convinced you love the bloody attention."
He shot her a demeaning look, before downing his drink of choice once more.
"If I'm such an awful person to be around, then leave. You don't stick around for me. You stick around because I give you all of these things, because I'm oh-so-willing to."
"What? That's not even close!"
"You stick around because you're a selfish, little girl. You don't care about anyone around you. If you truly wanted to help people, you'd go out of your way to do so."
"I do."
"You sit there and watch as the world falls apart and crumbles at your feet. You watch ME, fall apart and crumble. '-Oh yeah, sure!' That just screams to me like you want to help so very much."
He sighed, sitting up from his seat. Setting his drink down, he rubbed his face with his hands.
"Get out."
She gave herself whiplash, turning her head around to meet his sullen eyes.
"What?"
"I said, leave my home. I don't want a life sucking leech like yourself here any longer. You've had your chances. Far too many, actually."
"You don't mean that."
"I don't? Really. What DO I mean, then? Please do tell me."
He stood up and glared down at her, awaiting an answer.
"You're retaliating. You don't mean any of this. You're drunk."
"No. I think you'll find I'm not drunk. I'm very much within my wits. Get the hell out of my house. Out of my life. Out of EVERYONE'S lives."
"I can't believe this is what our time has been wasted on. This relationship is ridiculous, a joke!"
"Insanely incredulous is what it is, dear."
She sat there, salty tears forming, and rolling down her rosy cheeks.
"Oh lay it on me, would you? It won't be hard for you. You've never cared all that much for me. Go on."
He watched her leave through the front entryway.
"It's hard to believe you were ever a friend, Balthazar. It's bizarre to think I held compassion in my heart for you, in such an unquantifiable capacity."
