"I hate you! Get out!" I yelled from across the room.
He stood there not understanding what he was putting me through, not knowing the pain he has caused me.
He stood there blanked face. Only making my anger grow.
I picked up the nearest object. A knife.
I stood there reading myself to throw it at him just to make the anger stop.
He stood there like he was already dead.
At that moment I realized I didn't want him dead. All the memories of us together flooded my mind. I collapsed to the ground.
Tears welled in my eyes making my eye site go blurry.
I felt a par of arms rap around me and pull me into their lap. I lay there crying. I looked up and......
