"I have nothing to apologize for."
That's the last thing he said to you before he left, before he stormed out after leaving everything a mess. You never expected him to come back.
Your friends and family said you had been coping well with the breakup. The day he hurt you was the first day you spent 2 hours in your room crying.
"It's okay," they told you. "It will get better soon."
They were wrong.
You will never forget the day you saw him standing in a bar, trying not to fall over. His arm was around some chick with a tight mini skirt, rubbing up and down her shoulder in what was more than a friendly way. He turned around, saw you and staggered his over, clinging to chairs and tables along the way.
Tears cascaded down your face at his drunken state.
You were soon filled with rage as you slapped him right across the face and marched out.
The next day he came home. He claimed he didn't remember a thing; that nothing out of the ordinary happened last night. You assumed he was either lying or he was so intoxicated the night before that he actually couldn't remember.
Before you knew, it he started shouting; screaming at you for everything you did wrong in your relationship to fuck everything up.
He lashed out at you, screaming and throwing things your way. You ducked quick enough just for a vase to be thrown right above your head.
The argument didn't last long. (C/n) stomped upstairs and you could hear him grabbing things and stuffing them in what you assumed to be a suitcase. More things were thrown around before he came clomping down the stairs and out the door and yelling those few words at you:
"I have nothing to apologize for."
Today marks 2 years since the incident happened. Every day you would sit on the porch, waiting and waiting for him to come back, but he never did.
Hey guys! You probably hate me for that ending but I really wanted to have a sad ending to one my stories cause I feel like making every single one a happy one is a little too cliché
