[Author's note: At some point of the story, it'll change to third person's point of view. The paragraph in italics are flashbacks.]
It never came to this. We weren't like this.
The usual tension when whenever we fight was always filled with silence. But it's different now.
The usual tension was replaced by things that were thrown around.
None of it hurt.
Except for his words.
He was nagging me about not spending much time with him and somehow we got into this.
My lips pursed to stop myself from crying.
"What?" He bellowed. "Are you just gonna stand there and be quiet?"
He looked at me with his wide eyes. His eyes scared the hell out of me. It looked empty.
I turned away from him and closed my eyes.
Is this guy the same guy that I fell in love with?
He let out a harsh and cold laugh, like an ice was touching my spine.
"Do you know that you look so pathetic right now?"
I looked at him.
"Speak! Why am I with you? You won't even talk for fuck's sake!"
I ran my fingers through my hair and tilted my head up,
"Stop."
Even with my eyes closed, I can feel him smirking.
"Oh look! She actually talks!"
I couldn't take it anymore; I cried.
"And now you're crying? What's that supposed to do, stop this fight and make me comfort you? Grow up please!"
His words weren't knives, but it hurt like hell.
I managed to stop crying, my gaze down to the floor since I can;t look at him in the eye. It'll break me completely.
"If you're not happy with me, leave."
"If you think that I'm not good enough for you, then leave."
"If you don't want me anymore, then please leave." My voice cracked.
"There's the door."
With a sigh, he walked out the door. "With pleasure."
As soon as I heard the slam of the door, I felt my body shaking. He said he'll never hurt me. What a freaking beautiful lie.
As he walked out that door, he walked out of my life.
The sun is slowly on his way to say goodbye. To put it simply, the sun was setting. I was sitting side by side with him. But I turned my back to the sea, where the sun was going down. I hate goodbyes.
"Yah! Aren't you gonna look at the sunset? It's so beautiful!" He slapped the sandhill that I was making and pointed something behind me.
I glared at him and then looked at the sunset that he was pointing at. "It really is." Even some goodbyes can be beautiful, I thought to myself.
He turned to me, "Do you know what's much more beautiful than that sunset?"
"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
