“I don’t understand,” he cried, almost inaudibly. “Everything’s great; you’re great, I’m great, we’re great-”
“I said it’s over,” she interrupted, her voice cold and abrupt.
“But, we have such good times together,” he pleaded further.
“Listen, we had a few good times. We had some fun. That’s all it was,” she answered bluntly.
“You don’t mean that. You don’t mean that for one minute!” he passionately answered back.
“Don’t you tell me what I mean. You barely know me,” she refuted.
“Don’t say that. I do know you, I know your heart, I know your hopes, your dreams, your fears, I know my days are better with you in them, and I know I love you more than I ever thought possible,” he proclaimed through tear stained and desperate eyes.
Without looking up at him and refusing to meet his gaze, through her shaking voice she asserted, “I told you, its over.”
As she turned to run away all she could think about was retreating to her trusted hideout where she was gauranteed never to be vulnerable, never to be hurt.