After three years together, you walked into a club tonight to look for him , and your heart shattered. your boyfriend, who is usually such a softie, the one who cries if things don't go his way or if you even raise your voice, was letting another girl touch him. They were inches from kissing when he finally saw you standing there.

you turned and walked away, the sting of betrayal burning in your chest. How could he? The music seemed to fade as you pushed through the crowd, each step a struggle. you needed to get out, to breathe, to escape the scene that was replaying in your mind.

Outside, the cool air did little to soothe the fire within. Then, you felt his hand on your arm. "Baby, wait!" he pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. you pulled away, the words, laced with hurt, escaping your lips: "Don't."