"You're never gonna love me, so what's the use? What's the point in playing a game you're gonna lose?"
When did this go so wrong? When did the whispers of sweet love turn into violent yelling and abusive hands? What happened to the happy place?
3:00 A.M
The bed shifted and the body left the room. In the living room the light went on and feet walked around.
"Babe? Yeah, I'm coming right now. Sorry it's hard getting out. Love you too."
I clutched the blankets harder against my chest. Trying to get rid of the dull aching pain in my heart.
The front door opened and closed, then locked.
He left.
When did it go all wrong?