Your boyfriend stood infront of where you were seated, your arms around his torso.

“I don’t have time for you. Get off." He grunted, attempting to move you from your position, but failing.

“Why don’t you love me?” You said as you watched him.

“Don't try and start an argument with me." He said in a stern tone, still looking down at you with a narrow glare. He grabbed your chin.

"I love you. I always will." His expression went back to one of coldness.

"Now, do me a favor and leave."