he stands in front of you in the empty street, with his hand in his pocket, he's still wearing his work out clothes, the atmosphere seems different, like something bad is going to happen.

"let's end all of this and break up."

"stop talking to me and stop trying to be in my life, we're not meant for each other."

he said in a very cold and sharp you've ever heard for the past 5 years, he didn't even make eye contact with you, he gritted his teeth while turning around, didn't even interested in hearing your words or complains. he walked without even glancing back at you, at that time, you realised that 5 years of ours are nothing.