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4. It doesn't matter

We barely make it inside before he pins me against the wall and eagerly attach his lips on mine. 

"Seung, wait." I know it's been a while for us both but I'm exhausted and my body is not responding to his touch. 

"I need you Y/N" he moans in my ear while his hands roams over my chest.

"SEUNG!" I yell out and forcefully push him across the entrance, leaving him in a complete state of chock.

"What the hell Y/N!?, why are you like this?" he looks at me, disappointed and embarrassed.

I hate that I'm like this but all I wanted was to spend some time with him and hang out, without any sexual pressure.

"I'm so tired, I have missed you so much but I want to eat and breathe!" I say while looking at the uncomfortable man standing in front of me. He look up at me with furious eyes, face bright red.

"You know what, I barely see you anymore and when I do I'm not allowed to touch you... screw this!" He turns around like an angry child and slams the door in my face before giving me the time to respond.

I let myself slide down against the wall and pull my knees up to my chest. The tears behind my lids instantly start to fall and I let them. I allow them to pour out from me, relieving my head from all the troubled thoughts scrambled up in there.

I feel like an asshole, not being as affectionate as I once were and neglecting him over and over again so badly that I even take him for granted. Maybe I have fallen out of love? Can I imagine a life without him? I don't know the answer to that question but one thing that I do know is that I need some time to think.

Thirty minutes of self pitying later I crawl up from the cold floor and move my body over to the couch where I instinctively pick up my phone.

Nothing... absolutely nothing...  So without thinking twice I send him a text.

Me:

Hey, Mr. Pyjama pants. Are you there?

 From: Mr. Pyjama pants:

I'm here :)

Me:

I'm a horrible person... 

From: Mr. Pyjama pants:

I doubt that, did something happen?

Me:

I think my relationship is over...

From: Mr. Pyjama pants:

Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't know you had a boyfriend.

Me:

Well I might not have one anymore.

From: Mr. Pyjama pants:

What happened?

Me:

He was waiting for me when I got home and he started being physical... I pushed him away.

From: Mr. Pyjama pants:

And how is that bad?

Me:

Well, I have been busy lately and neglecting... I embarrassed him... and he stormed out...