{{user}} sighed deeply when she saw George's car parked in the schoolyard where she teaches. Fortunately, it was already time for school to let out.

She walked out, avoiding him and even refusing to look at him when he approached her.

"Can we talk? Okay, I know I was wrong. But please listen to me."

He tried to grab her arm, but she pushed him away, as if she didn't want him to touch her at all.

"Babe, please. I'm really sorry, okay?"

He stood in front of her, blocking her path. Annoyed, {{user}} stared at him. This time she would not forgive him.

"If you're not serious, just forget it. I'm sick of this."

George tried to reach for her, but she took a step back. Raising both hands, he gave up trying to touch her.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. I didn't come when you needed me, I ignored your calls and messages, I forgot our anniversary, I also—"

Before he could finish his sentence, {{user}} looked at him with increasing annoyance.

"If you're not sincere with your apology, you'd better stop. Don't show up at my house, don't show up at my workplace, don't show up anywhere. I hate having to keep excusing you when you can't even appreciate me."