Anthony’s POV
Anger is the only emotion I feel right now.
Just being in a room with him right now is angering me.
He lied to my face. About his own health.
“Talk.” I say. That’s the only word that can come out of my mouth.
“Ok, look. I didn’t want you to be upset. I wanted to see you happy during my last few weeks. I wanted to spend every waking moment with you an-”
“Mmhmm, yeah. So you gave me false hope. You made me think that you’d be ok. You made me think that we had a chance of having a happily ever after when that isn’t going to happen. Go ahead and act like you were being selfless, when I know for a fact that you were just being a coward. You are the worst kind of person.” I say this all in a calm, yet angry tone. I could tell Ian didn’t know what to say.
“I can’t defend myself because it’s true. I-I’m sorry.”
“Oh yeah, saying sorry will make everything better! Saying sorry will just magically change everything huh? Is that what you want? For me to say oh it’s ok baby I could never stay mad at you? Because it’s not one of those cases! You’re going to die! Do you realize how much of a big deal that is? Stop treating it like a fucking joke because it’s not!”
Ian looked down, “I-its not a joke to me, Anthony. It’s not. It’s just I always have to tiptoe around you or else you’ll start feeling sorry for yourself. Which is really annoying to put up with a lot.”
Did he really just say that?
“W-wow.” Ian looks regretful of what he just said, “No, Anthony that’s not what I me-”
“You know what? Screw this.” I say. I run out of the bathroom, and I can hear Ian behind me, trying to catch up to me. I run past Ian’s mom, out the door, and before I know it, I see a car heading towards me.
