Snippet #1908919

He was taken aback by her sudden outbursts, and his mouth opened as if he was going to say something - but it just hung there. In shock. He had really hurt her, he was still hurting her. What was he supposed to say to that? What was he supposed to do? He wanted to comfort her, tell her everything was going to be okay, but he couldn't. He couldn't do that, he knew very well she would never let that happen. He ran his hand through his spiky hair, and took a deep breath. "Well I'm glad, I'm glad you're so much fucking stronger than I am. But I can't deal with it. I just can't." He yelled back. Why was he yelling? He was defending his drug use like a true addict. He hated the part of him, but it just came out like word vomit.

I won't have any part of it. We're done, Demitri. Done!

Did she...Did she just break up with him? The cemetery setting wasn't helping with the shock factor of what just happened. Everything had been going so well, and now it was just blowing up. "Don't do that. You don't...you don't really want that. Do you?" And when she said he didn't care about her, his stomach flipped upside down and his heart stopped. "Mikki, I do care about you! You mean the world to me. W-we can get through this. Please, beautiful? Don't do this." The corners of his mouth twitched as if he were about to cry, but he stopped himself. This was pathetic, he was absolutely pathetic. "I care about you so much." He was desperately clinging onto the hope that she didn't mean that.