Why Not?

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She said my name as though it was poison on her tongue. Spitting it out me, venom and sarcasm laced her voice. 

"Please, you have to understand!" I begged, the tears flooding my eyes. "I love you, I do! I just... I needed some time!"

"Why?" She asked, her expression a mixture of hurt and confusion. "Why do you act as though my feelings don't matter? Why can't you explain what happened? WHY?"

I shook my head. What could I say? I couldn't tell her the truth, she'd freak, she wouldn't believe me, she'd leave me. Wouldn't she?

"It's complicated. I just... I-I needed some time." I managed to choke out, unable to mutter the horrid truth.

"I'm so tired. I'm tired of giving, okay? I've put my all into this relationship!"

I felt guilt pierce like a knife through my chest. I'm a horrible boyfriend. I'm a horrible person. I should just tell her. I should... but I can't.

"I don't want you to leave me..." She whispered, oh so delicately. "But, I guess I can't stop you." 

And she walked out. Turning off the light and shutting the door. Leaving me alone with my guilt in a room that was so . . .

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