If You Do Member: Jaebum Group: GOT7 I stared at him with a blank stare. His chest heaved in anger. He was extremely pissed off which was to be expected. There was nothing I could do for him. There was nothing left of our once perfect and beautiful relationship. "How can you just say that so easily?!" He yelled at me, ruffling his brown hair. I looked straight into his eyes, feeling numb. "Why you gotta be like this?!" He screamed, the veins in his neck showing. He was covering up with hurt with anger, I knew him too well. "How can you throw away this relationship so easily?! Did the last two years mean nothing to you?!" He walked forward and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me. I sighed, pushing his hands off me. "Jaebum, it's simple. I'm done dealing with all this by myself. You're never here and when you are, you don't pay any attention to me. To this relationship. It doesn't matter that it's been two years. Clearly the relationship dried up finally." I looked away from him, putting and hand on my hip. "There's nothing else to do." "What do you mean 'dried up'? Don't you love me anymore?" He asked, his hands shaking. Clenching them in fists, he tried to cover up the pain and hurt. I could see clearly through his mask. "It's not a matter of if I do or don't. It's matter of this relationship going nowhere but down." I sighed, avoiding looking at him as he fell apart. "Why are you doing this?!" He yelled, his voice cracking. "Look it's up to you if you want to break up. I don't care. Just do whatever you want. It doesn't matter to me. I'll just go to sleep." I waved him off as I walked back into the bedroom. The clock on the nightstand read 3:45 am. He had come storming into our house, furious about the men I had been hanging out with while he was away working. Stating that whenever he hangs out with women I get too overprotective so how is it any different when I hang out with men? After a long 3 hour fight I finally told him my thoughts. This relationship was dead. Yes I still loved him with all my heart, but I can't be sitting at home waiting for him to come back only to be ignored and tossed aside so that he can relax on his days off. He was yelling my name through the bedroom door as I locked it and let out a shuddering breath. It was so much harder than I thought it would be. I thought that I would act distant and disinterested and he wouldn't fight. I didn't want him to put up a fight. I wanted him to let go, for me to let him go. His fists banged on the bedroom door as I leaned against it, letting silent tears fall from my eyes. The pain in my chest was unbearable. It hurt so much to see him trying so hard to hide how much I've hurt him. Finally he gave up on trying to get me out and all I heard was him cursing then the front door slamming loudly. I slid down the door and put my face in my hands, sobbing quietly. It's better this way. He's better this way.
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