you just finished crying, he broke up with you. you thought he loved you. he did. he does. he still does. you're his world. he doesn't want to hurt you anymore than he already does. he had to end it. now you're walking him to the car.

"..my sweetest-",he starts but you cut him off.

"you don't get to say that anymore.", you sniffle out.

he lets out a small sigh, "...right." he gives you a look of resignation.