"You don't get to do that!" I cry. "You can't just come in my life and m-make me need you and then fucking leave!" "I'm done. I'm done. I can't do this with you anymore," Ezra shakes his head, his face stoic. "You need to get your shit together." He walks out of my room, grabbing his backpack, and I lurch off of the bed to catch up with him. His strides were quick. "Ezra, please!" I sob, tears streaming down my cheeks. My vision was blurry, my head muffled, but the pain in my heart was so fucking distinct. I grab onto his arm as he reaches for the door knob, and pull him back. He spins towards me, and his face is twisted with anger. "Leave me the fuck alone. This isn't what I signed up for. You've got issues, and I'm not staying as you spiral down this path that will fuck your life, for good. I tried. And I'm not doing it anymore."