"well maybe i should just walk on out!"

when your boyfriend, sodapop, yelled that at the top of his lungs, something inside you snapped. arguing was nothing new, but usually it didn't go this far. you had decided to confront him since he had been acting distant and strange lately, and it didn't go over well. he started screaming, getting in your face, and getting overly defensive.

"maybe you should." you responded coldly. he scoffs, making his way towards the door. he grabs the handle, looking down, gathering himself. he looks back up at you. his expression is angry, yet pained. "it's over." he mutters, turning the doorknob.

before you could say anything, he was gone. the only boy that made you feel loved had just slipped through your fingers.