You can hear him hitting his punching bag in the other room. You keep your tired, red-rimmed eyes on the screen in front of you, trying to drown out the noise. Your head hurts from the dehydration of crying for the past hour. But you refuse to leave your room. You don’t want to see him yet. Arguments with Nathan were a common thing and you had learned not to take things to heart. But this time, he had gone too far. His hurtful words still echo in your head and you squeeze your eyes shut as a fresh wave of tears blurs your vision.

You weren't together. This wasn't a thing. You had sex, occasionally, talked, a lot, and maybe every once in a while slept in the same bed. But it didn’t mean anything. And you had no reason to feel this way now. You knew that. But still your heart aches and the tears keep falling.

You hear the punching stop and soon footsteps get closer and closer to your room. They stop on the doorway and you can practically feel Nathan’s piercing gaze on your back. You stubbornly refuse to acknowledge his presence.