His dazzling icy eyes wondered into mine, my heart was racing faster than a sports car, it was pounding harder than a drum, it was aching more than a hurt muscle. Shakily, i exhale the air that had been trapped inside my yearning chest, my stomach twisted and turned as i did this. I felt sick. I felt sick with butterflies. Butterflies which wouldn’t stop spinning in my body. Slowly he chuckled, smirking cheekily in front of me. Oh my. “Look Elle, i’m so deeply sorry for what i did, i’m struggling and i miss you, i miss you every day. Oh i so hope you forgive me. I promise i will treat you better than i did. I promise.” He stammered nervously, however i can’t go through that pain again. I staggered away until i was in a sprint, my head snapping round every few seconds to make sure he wasn’t following. He stood there stunned, his hands dropped corpse like by his sides. Salty tears trickled out my eyes. I’m done.