"What?"
I looked into Phil's mesmerising eyes."What?!", I repeated, louder this time.
"I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. It's not working."
I felt the tears I was fighting so hard to hold back spill out. 5 years. 5 years and he dumps me just like that?
He stepped towards me and lent in for our final kiss. All I could taste was my own tears. I put my arms around him and pulled him closer to me. His soft lips left mine and he backed away awkwardly. That was my favourite thing about him. His awkwardness.
"So, what happens now?"
"We can't keep living together, I'm sorry, I just can't do it"
I felt a pain my chest. I knew he would say that.
"But...." I trailed off incoherently. There was nothing I could do about it, he couldn't be persuaded otherwise once he'd made his mind up. That was my least favourite thing about him. His stubbornness.
"So whose going to mo-"
"Me, I'll move out". He said quickly.
I hated being alone. I hated the dark. But now I hated Phil more.
Phil looked down at the floor and walked to his room.
"I'll pack my things", he called back.
I felt I needed to call someone. I looked through my contacts. Mum-no, Dad-no, Chris-no, Pj-no. I checked each one off in my head, I didn't want to talk to any of them. And then I reached Louise, she'd probably give good advice. As I called her and waited for her to pick up, I walked back towards my room, diverting my eyes as I passed the open door of Phil's room.
"Aloha!"
"Hi"
"What's up Dan, you sound upset?"
"Ph-". I broke down, tears now flowing from my eyes like a waterfall. My chest was tight, I could hardly breathe.
"Calm down, what's wrong Dan?...Dan?"
"W-w-we've broken up" I said through floods of tears. "He dumped me!"
"What?!. Oh...Dan...I'm so sorry"
"He's packing his bags"
"Is he leaving now?!"
"Yes"
"Ok, I'm coming to see yo-"
"No, you can't just drop everything"
"You've just broken up with your partner of 5 years! I can't let you be on your own!"
I hung up. She was right, I needed someone to stop me doing something stupid, but hearing someone else say it made it more painful, it made it seem more real.
I didn't want it to be real. But it was.
