"Do you really love me, or is this another one of your demonic jokes?"I yell at him, my eyes shooting daggers into his soul (I hope).
"Sasha don't make me-" he keeps trying to reply but I know what he will say, so I cut him off.
"Don't make you what? Tell the truth for once in your life?" I slam the door to our... his house, and sprint to my car.
I have changed for him, for us, and this is what comes out of it? I should really stop opening my heart to people, it gets me nowhere. I open the glovebox looking for my flask, but instead find a note that will be forever be burned into my memories. "Harry S. 469-352-472_"