Everything felt empty. Empty yet filled with anger. Anger I didn't realize I had. I shook my head and pushed at his chest. "Fuck you." I said and pounded again. "Fuck you, I fucking hate that I love you, Fuck you!" I screamed and pushed and pushed at his chest getting weaker and weaker, feeling myself drain.
A single tear ran under my hand and against my skin causing me to flinch and hiss. I bit my lip to keep from sobbing. I hope that sobered him up. "You really have picked up old habits haven't you? Got your old friends back, got your old attitude back. I can't believe I thought you would change." I said, hearing my voice crack.
