"You're too much for me" he slammed the door behind him.
I swung the door open and yelled " How the fuck do you figure I'm too much? Too much of what?"
" Of this!" he whipped around " Of this yelling and crying, then kissing and fucking. I cant do this anymore, Austin!"
He began violently grabbing his clothes from off of our bed.
Those words sit in my chest for a momment before I respond " Then what are you going to do?"
He hung his head, a tear rolled down his nose. He quickly wipped it away.
"What are you going to do?" I repeated. My heart began beating heavier and heavier with every second I was waiting for him to tell me. I just wanted him to say it, I wanted to hear him say it. "Huh?"
"I'm leaving you Austin." He swiftly replied.
"Mason, "
We both paused and looked in to each other's eyes.
He grabbed his bag and I grabbed it too.
"No" I burst.
"Austin, get off of the bag." His voice was worn down and tired
"No, Mason you're not leaving me!"
"Let go of the goddamn bag!" he yelled
Though I didnt want to let go of the bag my fingers loosened and my arm went limp and smacks my side. He was leaving me, for real this time. He'd threatened it so many times before but this time he was so serious.
"Where can you go Mason?" I shrugged
He looked at me from over his shoulder "I dont know, but right now anywhere is better than here."
"How dear you." I began " I've given you every thing you needed, from the clothes on your back to a stable job and this is how you thank me?"
He was now ferious, I could tell by how he clenched his jaw and how his nostals flared " I did thank you, constantly, but if you want to continue to throw that in my face here!" He threw a few shirts at me " As for the job, I quit!"
"Mason."
His face was red now like he'd been holding his breath the whole time. "What?"
He said it so low it was like a whisper. The room was still and for a second my heart skipped a beat.
"You dont have to quit the job." I wiped my tears " I just want you to be safe, ok?"
He looked back at his clothes and nodded.
" You know I dont really want to leave right?" he looked down at his bag then back at me.
"I was hoping not." I fidget with my fingers " I dont mean to be like this."
"No," he interrupted " this isnt completely about you. Im just stressed out about everything and then you want to start arguements over everything."
"Im sorry. I just.."
"You just don't understand your emotions?" He stared at me finishing what I was going to say " You never know What's going on with you! I seem to be the only fucking person concerned about you!"
Tears begin to fill his eyes to the brim. I knew he loved me and I loved him too. Seven years of arguing, breaking up then getting back together,that wasn't loneliness that kept us together.
