"Did you ever mean it?"

"Once yes, but only once."

I let out a tear as I stare at the girl he has his arm wrapped around. Her face has so much makeup, I can't tell if I can see an inch of skin or if it's all fake.

"I want you out of my life. I want to forget you exist, I want you to vanish. I hate you. I hate you so much, I don't want to breath the same air as you. Leave." I raise my chin to the ceiling bringing on a threatening face.

"Doesn’t work like that. I help pay for this house." He says calmly, clearly unmoved by everything else I said.

"Well, I can afford this place on my own. Take your fiance, her fake face, and that ring and leave. You could pay off the rent with the amount of money that diamond ring costs. Get. Out." I raise my voice, slowly with each word.

"Claire, I'm sorry, I love her." He says solemnly.

I throw my cheap wooden engagement ring with our names engraved on it at him.

"Look Barbie, every I love you he said to me was fake, don’t be fooled. Now get out!" I motion to the door aggressively.

"Clarie! Stop this, i pay for this you don’t get to choose who keeps the-" he is cut off by the girl she gabs his hands and looks him in the eyes with a smile.

"Babe, it's ok. I have an apartment we can stay at!" She squeals.

He gives me an evil smile, "Ok darling, will leave this dirty one for the rat."

Excuse me, I'm the rat? I sprint at him, legs trembling arms flailing.

"GET THE H*** OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I shriek and they open and close the door so fast, I don't have time to think and slam right into it. I fall and start to cry lightly. I quickly gain strength to stand up and look through the door. Out of the hole I see them walk away as Sam places a kiss on the girl forehead.

"Lets head to your place, away from the psychopaths. " He murmers.

I collapse to the ground and sob myself to sleep.

***

I awake with a door being smashed into my side.

"Claire!" A a shocked, worried voice yells.

"Ya?" I say sitting up, my ribs aching from the door smashing into me.

Before he says anything, I already know mascara is running down my face. I look up to see Carlos, a friend, let out a relieved sigh.

"Claire, I've been messaging you all day! Addy didn't know why you weren't answering her either! You scared us girl," he says, crouching down to face me, "and whats with the mascara?"

"Sam h-he l-left me!" I explode hysterical.

"It's ok, it's ok. What happened? You can tell me when you're ready. But for now, what do you need?" He breathes calmly.

"A h-hug w-would be n-nice."I force out through sobs.

"Ok, if thats what you need." He whispers sympathetically.

He sits next to me, back against the wall, legs spread out. He wrapped an arm around my back and another behind my head. A sense of calm washed over me, as we sat there in the silence.

Eventually, I think we both fell asleep

***

"Carlos?" I whisper in the dark. I open my eyes to turn and see him , his tan, freckled face with a few curl covering his forehead illuminated by his phone screen.

"What's up?" He breathes quietly.

"I'm sorry I..." tears form in my eyes but I fight them off, "picked him over you."

All I hear is a sigh, then he turns and presses his lips into my forehead. After about a minute, he gives me a hug and whispers into my ear.

"It's ok, Claire. He didn't deserve you anyways."

I hug him tighter, not wanting to ever let go.

"You're too nice." I mumble.

I look up into his eyes, our noeses coming extremely close.

And we gave each other a small kiss.