#por queue.

“I’m struggling to see what’s hard to comprehend–– I told you I loved you,” he began, his face a picture of bitterness and his voice laced thick with venom, “–– and you ran away. Quite literally out of my house.” He hissed, “What? And now you show back up, just thinking you can walk back into my life like nothing happened? No. You don’t get to just come around for the good shit. To run away when my PTSD gets bad or when I'm ‘harder to handle.’”

Her eyes were red with tears. Her hands balled into fists as she stared at them. Unable to comprehend what had just happened. “Y-you cheated on me?” she whispered under her breath. Grabbing the closest thing to her. Which happened to be a lamp–– she threw it at them. “You asshole,” she yelled, salty streams leaking down her cheeks. “I tell you how many people I've lost. How much I love you. and you fucking cheat on me?” Her heart felt like it had shattered in her chest. Breaking her clean in two.