SENDS NAOTHER : "Do you love me?"
{Shock, anger, surprise, anger. They flood through your system and leave you furious. You don't mean to swing at him, but you do, shouting.}
How dare you. How dare you!Â
How could you ask that of me?! How could you do this to me!? Do not not realize how much your words hurt?!
No! I don't! I don't love you! Are you happy now? Are you happy?!
I fell out of love, damn it!God, I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry okay! I didn't mean to - I didn't want to - I never meant --!Â
{You're just screaming now, words hot and furious as you force yourself to hold back, to not claw at him or yourself. You collapse, the urge to hurt being held back makes your legs crumble.}