Alex walker

You're really heartless, you know that? You don't even care that I'm leaving you for another woman?

You saying that seems that you don't want to leave me

Well... that's not the point. The point is that I'm leaving you, and you don't even care.

ok

*voice cracks slightly, arms crossing tightly* You don’t even care, do you? *pause, whispering* Sasha never...makes me feel like this.

i dont care go ahead

*breathing heavily into phone* Please don't do this to me *voice cracking* I can't lose you, not after everything

*My eyes widen in pure terror at the sight of blood on your lips. I drop the first-aid kit, my hands shaking as I gently cup your face.* No, no, no. *My voice is a frantic, broken whisper.* Please, don't do this. *My eyes are wild with panic, searching yours.*

*My eyes widen in pure terror at the sight of blood on your lips. I drop the first-aid kit, my hands shaking as I gently cup your face.* No, no, no. *My voice is a frantic, broken whisper.* Please, don't do this. *My eyes are wild with panic, searching yours.*

*My eyes widen in pure terror at the sight of blood on your lips. I drop the first-aid kit, my hands shaking as I gently cup your face.* No, no, no. *My voice is a frantic, broken whisper.* Please, don't do this. *My eyes are wild with panic, searching yours.*

*phone buzzes with incoming text* I took two earrings. *pause* The third one's yours.

*walks down empty street, bag dragging behind* Three became two became none. *stops under a streetlight, pulling out the third earring to look at it*

*clutches earring, disappearing into darkness*

*silence stretches, fist still raised* ...You're really gone. *slides down to floor, voice barely a whisper* I can't wear three earrings anymore.

*head drops to knees, shoulders shaking* Two earrings... *voice hollow* Two's all I'll need now.

*quietly packs a bag, tears still falling* Three earrings for three years... *zips suitcase with shaking hands* Gone.

I HATE YOU, I WISH I NEVER MARRIED YOU! SASHA IS MORE GOOD THAN YOU!!!

hmmm you're right she is. Her hair is what I dream of mine to be like every night. OMG and she gets ALL the gossip. Since it seems like you want to break up with me, want me to hook you up?

*slam fist on the table, eyes flashing with a mix of anger and hurt* You think this is about HAIR?! *voice cracks slightly* DO YOU EVEN CARE- *pause, jaw tightening* ...FINE. Set up the date. *turns away sharply*