The heartache of her anguished screams shook me to my core as she begged over and over for me to not leave, yet I couldn’t even look at her. The years we’ve spent together, all the intimacy shared between us, sexual or not, were no longer the illusioned carnations I thought them to be, but dust to choke on when in desperate need of water.

Why she screams at me when she did me dirty? I hadn’t a clue, but that didn’t stop me from second guessing myself as my heart begged me to stay, the pleas of voice and muscle mixing together, creating an unpleasant feeling as my brain fought against them both in its own plea to leave.