John banged on the door and pleaded her to open it and allow him to come inside so they could talk. "Olivia!" he shouted again.

"Go away John, I don't want to hear it!" Olivia retorted from behind her door.

"We need to talk!" the yelling continued. From a distance John could hear the voice of a neighbour.

"People are trying to sleep!" turning around John was going to yell something back but was pulled inside the apartment.

"What do you want John?" Olivia scolded turning her back to him.

"I want to talk…please?" he pleaded.

"I don't want to talk" she said turning to face him. "This always happens. I'm sick of it. We always fight, kiss and make up, but nothing ever gets any better!"

"We have to try and make it work" John said bowing his head unable to look her in the eye.

"I'm trying. I always try! When are you going to start?"

"I am trying" he said reaching for her hand but she pulled away.

"No…no your not! You never do and I can't do it alone anymore" she said sadness in her eyes.

"What does that mean?" he asked fearfully.

"It means I think we shouldn't see each other anymore" she chocked out whipping away a tear.

"Olivia, please" John tried.

"Just go now…please" she said looking to the floor.

"Fine" he sighed and leaning in he kissed her one last time on the cheek, taking a tear with him. "Bye"