“no,” i beg, latching onto your arm, “please, don’t go.”

you don’t even look at me. this was your fault, and you’re doing, yet i’m begging for you to stay with me.

“i can’t,” you whisper, wiping a tear from my face as you stare at my swollen lips.

“can’t what?” i ask.

“i can’t love you anymore.”

“yes, you can. why wouldn’t you be able to?” i ask, panicked. i try to meet your eyes but you won’t stop staring at my lips. your hands trail down my back and squeeze my hips.

“no, i just don’t love you anymore.”