At Loss of Words

Credit to @delinxent for the cover

Several shatter pieces of wine bottles layed scattered on the floor. The look in his eyes already tells me I've done enough to wreck us both. Silence resonated within the room before he began to speak. "I don't hate you," He started. "I'm just disappointed you turned into everything you said you'd never be." He motioned to the door and left me with one more glance over the shoulder before his departure. I fell to the ground on my knees, soundlessly. My lips parted to speak out loud, but not a sound was heard from me. I was at loss of words.