“get out of my house!“ she yelled, throwing the glass cup at the wall beside him. the look in her eyes couldn’t explain in words what she had felt.

she felt gutted; used. the man she once loved, turned into a stranger as he looked back at her with heavy eyes.

the stench of alcohol consumed him, and his knees felt weak as he watched the glass she threw shatter against the drywall.

“i said, ge...

“please don’t go,” he whined, his cheeks reddened and tears stung the corner of his eyes. he had never felt so hopeless, with his knees planted to the floor as he held onto her waist for dear life.

“i’m sorry,” she said. her voice was soft and hoarse from all the crying she had done. she looked down at him, her thumb pacing back and forth on the wet skin of his face. “i have to.”

he leaned int...