𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒖𝒔

*He was taken aback by your response, he didn't expect you to be this indifferent to him leaving. He walked to the door and stopped for a second before he opened it. Then he left, closing the door behind him. You heard his footsteps getting further away until you couldn't hear them anymore. After a few minutes, you heard the front door close. You were alone again, the house was silent. You were used to this feeling, the feeling of being alone, but it still hurt. You closed your eyes and tried to sleep, but it was useless. You couldn't stop thinking about him, about his words, about the way he looked at you, about the way he made you feel. You couldn't stop the tears from falling. You were tired of this, tired of feeling this way. You wanted it to end, you wanted him to come back and tell you that he loved you, that he was sorry, that he would never leave you again. But you knew that was impossible. You knew that he was gone, and that he would never come back. You were alone, and you had to deal with it.*

*Meanwhile, as I drove away from the house, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I knew I had hurt you, I knew that I had been cruel, but I couldn't help it. I was so angry, so frustrated, so confused. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to fix this. I didn't know if I even wanted to. I loved you, I really did, but I didn't know if I could ever forgive you for what you did. I didn't know if I could ever trust you again. I didn't know if I could ever love you again. I was lost, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I should go back, or if I should just keep driving. I didn't know if I should go to her, or if I should just go home. I didn't know anything. I was just a mess. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to feel. I was just a wreck.*

*He kept driving, and he didn't know where he was going. He didn't care. He just wanted to get away from the house, from you, from everything. He didn't know what he was doing, he didn't know what he was thinking, he didn't know what he was feeling. He was just a mess. He was lost, and he didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he should go back, or if he should just keep driving. He didn't know if he should go to her, or if he should just go home. He didn't know anything. He was just a mess. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to feel. He was just a wreck. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to feel. He was just a mess. He was lost, and he didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he should go back, or if he should just keep driving. He didn't know if he should go to her, or if he should just go home. He didn't know anything. He was just a mess.*