Choices | e.b.c

"Fuck you Jenna!" He angrily spit it to me. I never thought those words can even hurt me deep down but hell now it is torturing me so much.

Shattered vases and frames are covering the floor after he throws it all in the wall.

Tears starts to flow down my cheeks. The tears that I am well familiar of. Crying seems to be like my habit since he came barging into my life. Clearly shredding it to pieces.

"Just leave me alone!" He said while running his hands into his silky hair. Redness and exhaustion can see clearly in his features now.

He deserved that! It just feel so damned wrong being the only one to breakdown and seemed hurt all the time. He have to accept that my life also changed so much because of this fucking arrangement. That it hurts me so much too.

"Do you think I have a choice?!" I fired back.

"I don't really have a choice. I have to love you! I have to. And it hurts me that we don't have a choice. Both you and I don't have a choice Erick"

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