"I don't know what to say." She shook her head, looking at her shoes. They were in an empty stairwell, instead of at lunch where they should be. "how about you don't say anything. you always say the wrong things." he stared at his shoes, surprised that she spoke so harshly. "I'm committed to her. I told you out of respect." she looked away from the rain outside and stared daggers into his ocean coloured eyes. the eyes she loved. the eyes that used to look at her like she was the only person in the world. like she mattered, the only one that mattered. "how is telling me that, even though you have a girlfriend, and you plan on staying with her, respect? tell me how that is supposed to help either of us?" he wouldn't look directly at her. it was like he was staring through her. "I thought it would help." he said quietly. "oh fuck you. fuck your feelings. I loved you in September, and you broke up with me. I thought I was over you by November. in December, you come back and say you have feelings for me, and it felt too good to be true. I thought the rug would be drawn from under me at any moment. and a week later, it was. you loved her." she spit out 'her' like it was something nasty, something that tasted bad. "And now. I thought I was over you by March. you're with her and tell me you still love me? fuck you. fuck you." and she calmly left him in that stairwell amongst the thunder and lightning and rain like tears on the windows.
-I wish he would stop happening to me (a•m)
