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He said to me, venom in his words, sadly, he's right. "I'm not interested in you again. I'm breaking up with you. You're gay for God's sake. There's absolutely nothing wrong with being gay, but you kept it away from me, what the hell are you even doing with me!" I scream. That seem to break the last ounce of patience he has as he grab my hand painfully. "Say that again" he sneers in my face. "I -- I'm breaki -- I'm sorry" I sob helplessly. "I'm sorry, I love you, Luke. I'm just hurt" I sob harder.

A gulp ran down the back of my throat, refusing to understand anything he said. “I don't get you. What did I do wrong? Why are you yelling at me? You've never acted this way before,” I whispered, staring into his furious orbs. “Since you're too slow or rather too dumb to understand, then let me put it this way_ I am breaking up with you, Sapphire,” he growled in a rasp into my ears. I parted my lips to say something-anything, but nothing came out as a thick lump of saliva rolled down the back of my throat, my eyes forming a cloud of tears.

He asked and I nodded "I think it's the best for us-" "Don't tell me if you want to break up with me. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to break up with you Joey. If I have flaws.. I'll fix it. Please please don't break up with me.. I can't live without you , you know that. Oh fuck.. I don't want to talk to you if you want that.. I'm outta here" Joey laughed and I glared at him. I smacked his arm and he groaned in pain "Who wants to break up with you? Who? I will never break up with you!!"

I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too. I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me. I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt. After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology. But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me. This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me. I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig

The lyrics go like this, I’m lighting I’m thunder I’ll bury you underground, Underground Look at me Attack me I’ll put you on your knees cause I’m ready now I’m ready now Ah ya I’m gonna break you, break you down. Ah ya, it’s all or nothing, nothing now. You going up against the greatest and it’s gonna get messy If you wanna try to test me You’re going up against the greatest take a swing, you’re gonna miss me. Yeah, it’s going down in history.

Before I could respond, another thought forced its way out. "How..." My voice cracked. I swallowed hard. "How do I get over him?" The question hung helplessly between us. I searched his face as though he might somehow have the answer. "Please..." Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks again. "Please tell me how. How do you stop loving someone who never loved you? How do you make it stop?” "It hurts so much." A broken sob escaped my lips. "It really..." The last bit of strength holding me together disappeared.

I never had a problem with that until I met him. “So, you are breaking up with me,” I force the words through a lump in my throat. The cold tiles suck away the warmth from my feet as his true self sucks away the warmth from my heart. I really shouldn’t be crying for this trash bag, but my eyes still betray me. I blink hard, trying to hold on to some dignity. “No, I’m not.” He messes with his hair again, and lord, I want to pluck them out. “I want us to be apart for a while, meet other people, have other sexual experiences, and see if we still like each other after.”

“It’s fine, Evander. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. Let’s break up.” My chest slammed against my rib cage, and my body grew weak, my hands sliding off her waist. “Wh—at?!” I spat, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and rage. “You are breaking up with me?” I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. “Is that because of him?!” I snapped. “He is back after all these years and still in love with you, right? And now you want to break up with me and be with him.”

he repeated as if that was the only thread he had left to hold on to. I looked away and sighed. My chest ached with a tiny shred of pity. “Fine,” I said with finality. “I’m breaking up with you.” “I won’t. Let. You. Go,” Marcus said through gritted teeth, his voice low but steady. Each word felt like a hit, filled with the pain in his voice. And before I could even move, he pulled me into another hug, tighter this time, like he didn’t want to ever let go.

He turned to leave but she caught his arm and held him back. "Can you sing me that song you sang to Robyn. Please." "Of course." He sang to her the butterfly song and she fell asleep. "Sleep well my love. You're going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning." He left her and went to the guest room. He took out his phone and called Robyn. "D, I know I love you but I will punch holes into your head if this is not important." She said sounding sleepy. "Sorry my angel. Umm, Ella is here."