“Damnit, why won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?”

“You should know, you’re the one that did it!”

“Arrg. I hate hate HATE it when you do this do me. Just fucking spit it out, or drop it, or SOMETHING. But don’t hang it over my fucking head and expect me to beg for forgiveness!"

“You know what? Fine. I don’t have to talk to you. You’ve always been a jerk to me, and I’ve sacrificed a lot for you. Thanks a lot.”

“I’VE been a jerk to YOU? What about all the times you kept warning me about stupid shit, all the times you said you’d ignore me or you wouldn’t kiss me if I didn’t do exactly what you said? And whenever I said you made me uncomfortable, you just called me “too sensitive” and “unable to take a joke” and ignored me anyway. What the hell am I supposed to do? Keep taking your abuse?"

“I don’t have to put up with this. I’m done. I’m breaking up with you, so leave me alone and don’t call me. I don’t want to see you again.”

“Fine. Go home. You’ll be back.”

door slams

“I hope you come back…”