The rain’s slamming down like it’s trying to drown me, but it’s nothing compared to the storm raging inside. I’m standing here, soaked, furious — and all I want is for you to feel how much it hurts.

“You think I’m a fucking joke, don’t you?” I shout, voice sharp, cracked with rage. “You think I don’t care? That I’m just some idiot who doesn’t give a damn?”

I laugh bitterly, voice shaking with everything I’m holding back.

“Well, newsflash — I do care. More than I should. More than I want to. And it kills me that the person I love the most is the one tearing me apart.”

My fists slam against the wall, thunder echoing my fury.

“I’m sick of pretending, sick of hiding behind some bullshit like ‘I’m sorry.’ Sorry doesn’t cut it. You want the truth? Here it is — I’m angry, I’m scared, and yeah, I’m fucked up. But I’m yours. Whether you believe it or not.”

My voice drops, raw and desperate.

“So if you want me gone, say it. Say it like you mean it. Because I’m done begging for scraps of your trust. I’m done pretending I’m not breaking.”

Lightning flashes, and I take a step closer, eyes burning with a mix of rage and pain.

“But don’t think for one second I’ll walk away without a fight — not when you’re the only fucking thing that keeps me from falling apart.” I pause, the back of my hand wipes rain droplets from my face. “I love you, for fucks sake!”