At this point, I'm pretty sure that I'm the idiot here because instead of just giving up— I keep fucking going back and forth into this. ( He says with a bite in his words, angering chopping his hand through the air but its clear he's deflated quite a lot though that might just be because of the pain. ) You're just so much. I feel like you've always cared so much about me, my problems and we always never talk about you. You don't fucking let me in.

( He huffs out of a sound but its clear he's just trying not to cry again. ) You still went to that party though after I told you that I wasn't comfortable with you going. You went behind my back and then those pictures and everybody fucking talking...

( It's said with another huff of air before he stumbles back slightly, taking weight off his leg and shaking his head. )

And then you just up and fucking vanished like you were running away. I told you, I love you and I don't want to fucking believe that shit but we keep fighting at every turn.