As soon as I saw him, I turned to leave, but of course, he stopped me.
It made sense. I had always been the one chasing after him.
He probably thought that after he blew up at me, I would be begging for his forgiveness. He never expected me to end things.
Realizing I couldn't escape, I rolled my eyes and said, "Lawson, what do you want now? Looking for me to return the handmade gift you gave me for my birthday? Don't worry, I'll dig it out and send it over with a courier."
It seemed like my words only fueled his anger further. "Lillian, you're such a bitch! You're still trying to act all high and mighty. Just wait, you'll be on your knees begging me to get back together. You..."
Before he could finish, I gave him a dismissive eye roll and slipped out the door of the package station.
It wasn't that I couldn't argue with him; I just couldn't be bothered. I'd much rather open my packages than waste my time with him.
Yet Lawson wasn't done. He continued to shout hysterically behind me. The person he was now was a far cry from the Lawson I met six months ago.
Maybe this was his true self after all.