He kicked the table and broke a glass vase against the cold wall that was next to you, his eyes were beginning to darken noticeably due to the attack of anger he was having, he closed his fists with such force that they began to bleed, then he yelled at you. "ISN'T EVERYTHING I HAVE GIVEN YOU ENOUGH FOR YOU? "I gave you all my fucking love and you just ran away!" It's not love, it's not healthy at all to "love" that way. You know, he does what suits him. "You, you force me to hurt you, it's your fault, not mine..."