His heart drums a wild rhythm in his chest, echoing the turmoil of your argument. In your eyes, he saw everything, pain, jealousy, anger, love and it tore at his very soul. All your accusations make him feel powerless.

But you reached your breaking point. It feels like you’re talking against a wall. His defensiveness only fueled your suspicions, and with a determined step, you move closer to the door.

“If you walk out that door, it’s over.” he says harshly, glaring down at you.