“Look, I know I ruined you for love or whatever, but you seriously need to get over it.”

“Excuse me?”

He rolls his eyes and scoffs at me, “What? We both know its true. It was three years ago, my god you can hold a grudge.” He runs a hand through his hair and goes to turn away but I stop him. With no control of my actions my arms shoots forward and tugs him back, forcing him to look me in the eye.

“Your so freaking self centered, you know that?” Tears start streaming down my face and everything pours out. “I’m not ruined for love because you broke up with me, I’m ruined for love because my mother prioritized herself, loved herself, more than her family and left me broken, my family broken.” I step forward, and let myself get consumed in his eyes, get taken into the dark abyss, “I’m not ruined for love because some 16 year old boy didn’t want to date me, I’m ruined for love because the one person I could fall back on walked away.” I watch as his dark orbs lighten, and his jaw slackens as if the puzzle he’s been trying to peice together was just completed.

“I though-“

“You thought wrong.” I tear my eyes from his and wipe furiously at the tears that keep falling down my face. I storm past him, practically jogging to get away and stop at the doorway, a dark laugh leaving my mouth, “oh, and don’t be expecting anymore love letters.”

With that, I slam the door behind me. Finally, being the one to walk away