I walked to the bedroom and didn't answer. I wanted to quickly get this over with, but he didn't seem to. I thought he would jump over the moon now that he’d be free from me. Instead, he yanked my arm, forcing me to face him.
I was ready to swing a punch right to his face, but he quickly mellowed down. A sigh escaped his mouth, and suddenly, he looked so pitiful.
“Let’s take a walk and talk this through.” He sounded pretty convincing, but I knew it was only an act.
“No.” I yanked my arm free and stood my ground.
He always did this. Whenever we argued he’d tell me to go for a walk and then pacify me into guilt. In the past, I’d gladly take that offer because I thought I was in the wrong, and I didn't want to lose him. Well, not anymore.
Calvin’s temper blew up.
“Are you serious?” He scoffed as if I was the one throwing a tantrum.
“Fine. If that's what you want, we're over. Don’t come back crawling this time.” He sneered, flapping his jacket, and stormed out.
I realized he had never been worthy of my devotion as I watched him leave. How did I fall for such a guy?
When the door slammed behind him, something rolled off. I picked it up, and I couldn’t stop my bitter laugh from coming out.