She twisted around, her face flushed. “You don’t know anything! You can’t tell me what to do or who to be, because I’m in charge and not you!” The girl backed him up, her anger making her bigger then the boy. “You don’t give a shit, you just like to be a fucking martyr, you don’t care at all!” she yelled, her voice cracking. This time, he yelled back at her. “Are you stupid? Of course I care! I’ve done everything I could to make your life better and you just couldn’t see it!” He said, looking almost wild. “No, you just have the most fucked up way of showing it!” She yelled back. “Well, guess what. This time, I’M getting rid of YOU. Get out of my life.” “You don’t mean that.” The boy was quiet now, pale as she had ever seen him. The girl turned around, closing her eyes. She could hear the current of feeling under what he said, she could see it in his eyes, though he kept his face studiously blank. “Yes. Yes, I do. Go.” Her voice was low and icy. “Leave me.” The boy stepped toward her, reached his hand out. If he just touched her, she would take it back, he was su- “I said go.” She choked back tears, he must not see. Slowly, slowly, he turned around, and walked out.