"I hate you, I hate you, I hate youl" i screech, ripping up all the flowers, making sure to destroy them like he destroyed me.

his eyes widen, hands floating mid air and mouth suddenly feeling dry.. he looks as if he doesn't know what to say.

"i-." i sob, falling to the floor, hands clenching dismantied rose petals, black tears running down my cheeks.

"im sorry, i-" he gulps, looking down at me and he's smacked in the face with guilt.

guiltguiltguilt..

It rushes mrough his veins, stabbing him in the heart.

"I'm so sorry." he whispers, crouching in front of me. he reaches for my hand, but i slap it away, scowling harshly.

"you" my voice shakes, eyes clenching tight. "i just had a miscarriage because i was pushed by your ex."

his head drops, feeling as if water is filling his chest. legs nearly giving out, eyes blurring and regret beating loudly in his ears, he cries.

"an-and then I find out you were with her," i sniffle, words dancing in the air. "while I was in the hospital begging for you to answer"

all of a sudden, my hand slaps his cheek, while i glare at him with my lips in a vivid snarl.

"while I was crying my eyes out over the loss of our child," i points at him. "you were out with a murderer."

"I'm so, so, sorry." he cries, clasping my hands in his tightly, our tears dropping onto them.

"I will never forgive you." my voice drops into a low, venomous tone, "and I hate you more for trying to fix this with flowers."