All I Want

Yet again, we're screaming at eachother. I've completely forgotten what we're even fighting over. All I know is, I don't want him anymore and I'm fed up of his antics. But ever since that front door slammed, the only thing I can ask myself is "What have I done?"


1. Fighting With You, Fighting For You

"You were flirting with that girl right in front of me!" I yelled at my boyfriend, Caleb.

"I'll say it again, her name is Bethany and she's just a co-worker!" his voice rose with each angry word. He wasn't the argumentative type and that only added to my frustration. How could he be so calm all the time?

I huffed and turned away, not facing him. I felt him grab my wrist. "I can't even look at you right now." I whispered, hoping he would react. All of a sudden, the grasp on my wrist loosened, causing me to turn around.

His hands were dug into the pockets of his jeans and he was gazing hard at the floor, avoiding my eyes. His black hair was a mess, showing evidence of him running his hand through it numerous times.

"Fine." he announced in a quiet voice. "Then maybe I'll make it easier on you."

The impact of him slamming the door was yet to hit me as I fell to my knees and my vision became blurred from the tears.

So I guess this is it. We're done.

I feel so stupid! I was prepared to fight, to feel something. I had no idea it would come to this. But I have some pride; and there was no way I was going to admit defeat.

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