"I said LEAVE" he shouts from over his shoulder in a tone you had never heard him use before. "I never needed you. I never *wanted * you, but you kept pushing me didn't you!?" He shouts over the pouring rain outside.

His anger was like a fire filling the room, stealing the oxygen from your lungs. His anger was always... intense And destructive. Anyone who stood to close was bound to get burned...

However This was different than all the other times before. He wouldn't look at you, his hands gripping the paper tightly. You knew deep down You had finally done it. You broke what was left of his heart.

"Now look at this mess." He walks over to the window, staring out of the darkened glass to the night outside. You could see the reflection of his face on the glass, the ways his eyes narrowed as he crumbled the paper in his hands, before tossing it onto the ground beside him.

"Fuck you and your stupid fucking letter." His voice was eerily calm, void of emotions. "Now get the fuck out of my face."