They yelled.
and she wished that she could say so much more then she would allow herself to.
She knew that he was wrong.
She just wondered by the hell he couldn't understand that too.
He kept his voice low, but she knew that if he could he would have screamed so harshly and so loudly that he would have regretted it.
He didn't.

He did, though, say many things that just made her think.
They made her upset, yes, but they also made her think.

She noticed that lately his words have been getting more and more serious and more and more harmful.
But she knows that he doesn't mean it.

He always apologizes and feels bad in the end.

But once you say something, you can never take it back.
No matter how hard you try.

And he did say something.

He wanted her to choose.
He told her to choose.

And on that note, she felt no need to remain there... with him.
The whole conversation wasn't fair and she knew it.


So with all the dignity she still had, she walked to the door.


*knowing that his eyes remained fixed on her.*