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Oh come on! my brain whined as my eyes filled with tears I promised myself I wouldn’t shed.
“Don’t you care at all?” my voice cracked.
“That’s irrelevant,” he responded bluntly. That stung. A lone tear fled down my cheek burning with the pain I felt inside. Why was my heart betraying me like this? Why was I here again trying to plead my case? This was utterly ridiculous.
No, he has to see the truth, my heart denied.
“Emma…please…” he complained noticing me wipe the tear clinging to my chin. Crying would not help my case. He always hated it when I cried. Women! I’d often heard him mutter under his breath. I quietly sniffed back the other tears that were lining up for their turn.
“Some of my mates are coming over shortly. Can we not do this now?” he pleaded, “or ever,” he added in a mumble obviously not intended for me to hear.
“So when, Scott?” I questioned abruptly, “When are you going to listen to me?”
“I have listened to you. Countless times in the past two months since we broke up.”
“Six weeks,” I corrected.
“Whatever,” he said waving his hand at me absently as he turned and opened the fridge. Could he really just wave off the two and a half years we’d been together? Did they mean nothing to him? Did I mean nothing to him?? The tightness in my chest increased. My breathing quickened and the well of tears brimmed ever closer to the edge of my eyes.
“Did you ever really love me?” I whispered trying hard to keep the dam from bursting.
“Emma…” he whined turning back to me.
“How could you have loved me so long and discussed our future together and then just stop? How is that possible?”
So much for the no-crying pact I’d made with myself. Tears were streaming silently one after the other. I couldn’t contain them.
“I don’t have time for this. You have to let me go. We weren’t meant to be.”
“You’ve met someone else haven’t you?” I choked.
“No.” He rolled his eyes.
“Then how could you just walk away? How could you just say we are done? How can you give up on us so easily?”
He groaned through gritted teeth. He was so exasperated. How many times had I pestered him with similar questions? But how could he not see how great we were together? I had to get him to understand the mistake he was making.
“Scott, please…”
“You had nothing left to give!!” he yelled.
WHAT!?? my brain and my heart started in synch. That stung. So strongly and unexpectedly I went numb for a good minute. Then the heat began to rise until rage consumed all the shattered pieces of my heart. I could almost hear the tear-streaks sizzling dry. My fingers balled up and my body tensed. I stood abruptly knocking the stool backwards. Scott’s face blanked and his eyes widened.
“You’re right,” I stated in a fiery tone, “I’m finished. I am finished giving so much to someone who gave me as little as he could possibly get away with!”
I huffed to contain the full extent of the fury I wanted to unleash. He simply blinked at me. I snatched my bag off the counter and stormed from his apartment without looking back.
I can’t believe…Of all the…He’s so…Urg! My brain couldn’t finish a thought.
“Jerk!” I muttered. I startled myself to a stop on the first landing down from his apartment. My eyes narrowed and then smoothed. A half-smile smirked across my face. Finally my heart saw what my brain had known all this time. I straightened gracefully as I turned to gaze up at his door.
“Goodbye Scott Palmer,” I spoke formally with a closing bow, “More worthy pursuits await me.”
I turned swiftly on the spot and resumed my exit.

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