They stood in his apartment staring blankly at each other. What brought them to this moment? Countless things. The fights, the cheating. This time she had had enough of pretending that it was going to work. He spat out those three words to her. Her heart sank because she knew she had to let him free. She looked down to the carpet they had picked out together at a thrift store. The more she looked at it, she began to hate it. She looked up and met his eyes. She didn’t even have to say anything for him to know the love left for her. If it was even there to begin with. He looked down and began to walk past her. He stopped beside her and said, “I hate that **** carpet.” Then his door slammed shut.