I woke up to the sound of my doorbell ringing several times. The sound was giving me a huge headache. I sluggishly stood up and went to open the door. I wasn't surprised to see him in tears at my door. Part of me got pleasure from seeing him this way but most of me wanted to hold him and say everything would be alright. Instead I told him to leave. He said he wasn't going to until he got an honest answer. After a while of being silent, I simply told him I didn't want to be with him. I said it with a hint of a smile. I needed for him to believe me but he didn't. We started arguing and all the intensity was getting to me. I was getting angrier with every reply I gave. I finally yelled, I fucking hate you and I never want to fucking see you again. As soon as the words left my mouth I realized I wasn't satisfied at all with seeing him in so much pain. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he kept his head down. He stood in silence until he finally raised his head so that his eyes met mine. I looked away and before I could look back, he walked away.
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