“I love you!” I shout out to Ella. My voice sounding as desperate as I feel. I need to get her to stop walking away from me. I need her to talk to me, and luckily my words do the trick.

“Really Liam, you’re stooping to that level?” She asks sharply. I know the way I told her was wrong. But I needed her to know. I needed her to not walk out the door, and never look back.

“It’s true,” I tell her quietly, my arms resting aimlessly at my side. My eyes stare daggers into the floor.

She doesn’t respond, so I try to look past her shades, to her eyes. She’s always had a good poker face, but her eyes always give her true feelings away.

Though my attempt proved futile, I can’t see past her tinted lenses.

“Say something!” I say impulsively. As soon as those words come out of my mouth I regret them.

“Is that what you want Liam?” She asks her voice so calm it’s frightening. I mumble some gibberish that even I don’t understand. As if she doesn’t hear my piffle of a response she continues, “well Liam if you must know, I was using you. I never liked you, and I never will. You were just a tool to me, a now useless tool. And since you’re now no longer of aid to me, I’m discarding you. I’m walking away Liam, and don’t follow me.” And so she does, she turns sharply on her heels, and walks out the door. I let her go.