"I was only using you." He lied through his teeth, forcing his face blank as he spoke, "you were just pleasure to me. Nothing else. You were idiotic to think our time together would ever amount to anything." He kept speaking, his desolate eyes staring at you, "Why do you look at me like that? With those tears in your eyes?"

His voice was cold, devoid of the warmth you had once known, but there was a tremor he couldn't quite hide. The words stung, each one a dagger piercing your heart, but you couldn't tear your gaze away from his. You saw the flicker of pain in his eyes, a fleeting shadow that contradicted his harsh words.

It hurt, but he believed what he was doing was for the best—he didn't think you were safe around him. Not at all.

He took a step back, creating a physical distance that mirrored the emotional chasm he was trying to carve between you. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails biting into his palms as he fought the urge to reach out and wipe away your tears. The room felt colder, the air heavy with the unspoken truth hanging between you.

He loves you, but he runs away from the things he loves.

"You should leave," he said, his voice cracking slightly before he regained his composure. "Find someone who can actually give you what you want. Someone who deserves you."

You stood there, stunned and heartbroken, your mind reeling from his cruel words. You searched his face for any sign that he might be lying, hoping to find a glimmer of the love you thought you shared. Instead, all you saw was a mask of indifference, carefully crafted to hide the turmoil within him.

As you turned to leave, a tear slipped down your cheek. He watched you go, his heart breaking with every step you took. He knew this was the right thing to do, but as the door closed behind you, he felt an emptiness settle in his chest, knowing he had just let go of the one person who had ever truly mattered to him.