Heartless
With that, he went out, shutting the door behind him with a loud bang.
It seems he had no idea what he just did.
"How to avoid a guy I almost fucked with five years ago."
I collapsed to the floor, the coffee spilling around me, and stayed there until the next morning. I just kept clutching at my chest, tears running down my cheeks, I did not know what was more painful the burn in my chest or the breaking of my heart again.
I beg him to come back, but he was too far away to listen. He was never going to listen to me. Nothing was ever going to be okay. Nothing. Not at least while I lived.