"How could did you do this to me? It's been 4 years, Michael." I sighed, leaning into the doorframe.
"It wasn't my decision to leave," He muttered back to me.
"Wasn't your decision? You were 17, for Christ's sake!" I cried at him, throwing my hands up into my hair. "You!" I burst out,"You made that decision when you left me, when you broke my heart and packed up."
Michael cringed, "I had other commitments."
"Well I do now, too." I spat at him and closed the door on him, in all his glory.
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