Old stories that never got finished

Breakup

(tick tock tick tock tick, tick) It was deathly quiet in the room, save for his unsteady breathing and the ticking of his clock, which he decided he would get rid of when he could. Merdan had just woken up from a nap, which on his part was a mistake because now it was about 8 pm. He got up, sitting on the side of his bed running his fingers through his hair. "Just fantastic..." He groaned, just when he thought he had his sleep schedule back together. Merdan then remembered why he chose to sleep the day away. It was his matesprit, or rather soon to be ex matesprit. He was just...sick of it all. The fights, the constent guilt tripping that actually went both ways, and the fact that their relationship was overall down right dysfunctional. "Maybe I should talk to him ab-" (buzz) "...about it." Just then he heard the familiar buzz of his phone, and he quickly picked it up to see what it was. Eugh...another text from /him/.

Shortstack<3: sorry

You: sorry for what

Shortstack<3: that we had to fight like that

Shortstack<3: and that I made you feel bad about blatantly lying to my face and tried to blame me for it.

You: Oh my fucking,

You: Look. This is exactly what I was trying to talk to you about, we fight over the dumbest things such as I'm not open to you about my other quadrants

Shortstack<3: but I feel as your MATESPRIT, I should be able to know atleast something about them

Shortstack<3: you know, because its normal to know who your significant other is associating with

You: look. I don't know what planet you live in where that makes sense, but it doesn't here

You: what's the point of you being with me if you can't trust me with trolls that are supposed to be at my throat, not wanting to pail with me or whatever WE, as SIGNIFICANT OTHERS do

Shortstack<3: merdan we're doing it again

You: look this is what I've been meaning to talk to you about.

You: this isn't going to work, we aren't going to work, and I think its best we should cut it off all together

Shortstack<3: I'm sorry im sure we can work this out

You: No we can't! For the sweep we've been together, we have never been able to actually 'work this out' without me taking the L out of pure guilt

Shortstack<3: You need to understand that any good relationship needs time and work, of course we'd still have our flaws after just a sweep.

You: THIS,

You: WE ARE NOT A GOOD RELATIONSHIP. As I fucking said, we don't ever even solve our problems in a legit way, you just guilt trip me into admitting you're right.

You: I'm deleting this contact, and I honestly don't know if I wanna talk to you after this for any reason

Shortstack<3: Merdan please !

You: Goodbye Ankylo. Im done, I'm through.

After that he deleted Ankylo contact, and slammed his phone back on his dresser. Was that a little too harsh? He was too irratible to think about it, truthfully. "I'm going the fuck to sleep." He laid back down and hastily pull the covers over his head.

(A/N: My stories are trash omg)