No control

"Harry, what the fuck?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. His head whirled toward me, sending droplets of sweat from his beautiful curls across the room. "Tamsin, I can explain. It's not-" "'It's not what it looks like?"' I finish for him. "Tamsin please..." He chokes out. "I don't care, Harry. I'm done. Goodbye..." I had meant for it to come out sounding strong and independent but my voice broke and tears slid down my cheeks. I turned on my heel and ran down the hallway. I had completely lost everything and was now headed out to lose myself.