They had been arguing back and forth for the past half hour, about everything and anything.
"You know Lindsay, you've made it blatantly obvious that you don't need me here, obviously you don't love me anymore and don't want me around, maybe I should just leave!!" he yelled. Lindsay equally as mad fired back.
"Fine leave! Because you obviously don't want to be here, you obviously don't want me anymore!" She yelled back.
"Fine" Tom yelled; he walked to the door grabbing his coat and slamming the door behind him. It took Lindsay a minute to realize he was actually leaving and she crumpled to the floor sobs wracking her body. Her stubbornness not allowing her to run out the door after him.
"Tom!" she cried to herself. "I still love you" She sobbed. "I still need you… please don't go" she sobbed her whole body shaking. She didn't know what to do, and she knew he wasn't going to come back. She had been in love with this man sense she was fifteen years old and he just up'd and left; deciding he didn't love her anymore. That's when she realized it; Tom obviously didn't love her anymore, and didn't need her anymore. She cried herself to sleep for days that turned into weeks that turned into months. She blamed herself, because she must have done something to make Tom not love her anymore, it was all her fault that's all she knew, she lost the love of her life, that's all she could comprehend. She felt like her heart had been shot a dozen times over then ripped from her chest, she even found herself thinking that being shot on the job wouldn't be a bad way to go. She slowly recovered herself with the help of her closest friends pulling her from the hole she dug herself into. But, she still never thought it was anyone's fault but her own.