You're in the bathroom floor, listening to your boyfriend pack up his things. Tears were rolling down your face, as your three-year relationship was finally coming to an end. The breakup was due to endless arguing. Neither of you were good for each other, so it was best to end it. While you're on the floor, he gently knocked on the door. "I have all my things..." He softly said, "The only thing I need is my toothbrush." You slowly stood up and walked toward the sink. You picked up the blue toothbrush. You never were going to see it again. Or any of his other stuff. You open the door just a tiny bit, so you could fit the toothbrush through. He gently grabbed it from your hand. He always had soft hands. You'd never touch them again either... "This is it..." *He sadly sniffed, "But this is what's best... we need this... right?" You didn't respond. "Right, baby?" He whispered. Finally, you responded,. "Right," *You calmly responded, "You can go now." He stood at the door for a long, long time. Until he finally had the courage to leave you. Forever. "Take care." Was all he said as he carried his bags out of the bedroom.