Ideas/Drafts

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"Let's break up. You always make small problems bigger, I just can't handle it anymore. Do you know how much it fucking sucks when your girlfriend wouldn't understand what you're going through? And she even fucking adds up to your headache?!"

"Do you think I know that?! Why don't you tell me if something's going on with you so, oh I don't know, I ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING IN YOUR LIFE?! You know what? Yeah, let's fucking break up. You're always self centered, you only think about yourself. You never thought about how I felt whenever you do shit like these everytime."

"Yeah I bet you want to fucking break up already, not solving problems, giving up, that's all you're good at." Jema scoffed.

The long arguement ending in an awkward silence, tension still evident. Jema stood up from her seat and took her bag, filling it up with her clothes, she started to pack up.

Deanna was as stiff as a log, glued to where she was sitting. Her face burried in her hands as she kept herself from screaming in frustration. She was mad, heck, she was aggravated with what's currently happening, she's ordering herself to not let her girlfriend leave their place but a part of her is too tired to try fixing things up. She sighed, trying to calm herself down.

Jema was crying the whole hour as she stuffed her bag with the clothes and things she needed to pack. Her mind too clouded to think carefully. She wiped her tears and finally opened the door, not knowing what to say or do, she stood there holding the doorknow but not taking a step.

Minutes passed and still, no one made a move. Deanna clenched her fists, so hard it's almost drawing blood. She gritted her teeth as she finally said, "Jema, I'm sorry"

But the door was already closed. Jema left without a trace.

Hays. 🙃