"You're- you're what?"
"I'm breaking up with you, T," he smirks as if he's just telling me a joke.
"B- but why? what did I do?"
"It's nothing you did, T. Oh, wait, yes it is," he laughs at his own sick sense of humor.
"What'd I do?" I ask as my voice cracks, the tears piling up too quickly to avoid.
"You're too controlling, you're not very pretty, the sex is awful, and you don't exactly have anything to offer," he scans my body as if I'm made of nothing more than cheap plastic.
"B- but I-"
"The truth is, T, that this was never supposed to happen. Truthfully, I really should've hooked up with your sister that night we met. Looking back now, I wish I would've."
"Will.." I breathe out, just trying to get him to realize I'm hurting so maybe, maybe, he'll change his mind.
"I'm sorry, Teddy, but you have nobody anymore. Sorry about your luck," he smirks again, just rubbing it in my face, before turning on his heal and walking out the door.
I break down to my knees, my hands instinctively covering my face. Why would he do this to me? Why would he give me this sense of hope just for him to crush it?
I ask myself millions of questions as I trying to save the pieces of me from breaking.
I soon realize that's impossible and let them all fall.
