The tension between you both was palpable, each word cutting through the space like a knife. The air felt thick, heavy with months of unresolved anger and hurt. Standing there, face to face, it was as if time had rewound, bringing you back to the very beginning of everything that had gone wrong. The things unsaid, the moments of bitterness, the mistakes that had piled up over time. What had once been a relationship full of promise had slowly turned toxic, and now, here you were, arguing after months of silence.

“Fuck you.. No wonder why we didn’t—”

He began, the words coming out sharp, the anger in his voice unmistakable. You could see the frustration bubbling over, the weight of everything that had happened between the two of you finally spilling out. He had never been one to hold back his emotions, even when they were destructive, and right now, it felt like the last vestiges of the past were clawing their way to the surface.

But before he could finish, before the words could even fully escape his lips, you cut him off, the frustration in your own chest pushing you forward.

“Don’t,” you snapped, your voice sharp and firm, your eyes locking with his. “Just don’t fucking finish that sentence.”

For a moment, the two of you stood there in silence, the weight of your words hanging in the air. His eyes softened, just barely, but there was no mistaking the anger and hurt still present in his gaze. You could see that he wanted to say more, wanted to lash out and make you feel the same way he did, but something in your tone stopped him. He swallowed hard, his jaw clenched, the tension still thick between you..