His words haunted her, yet he was still talking. Her red hair shook at her sides with her, her fingers clenching. "Just shut up, Hiccup!"
He stopped, looking at her in shock. "I'm tired of being the only one tryin'! This is love, HIC! Not an ownership! I am meh own woman, and I'm tired of trying to suit you! I'm tired a' this! JUST GO TAKE A HIKE!"
She couldn't believe herself, staring with rage at him. Four years, they had been together. The first was perfect, then he changed. He got colder, more imposing. And she tried, oh she tried. But it was too much. "Get out, Hiccup. Ah'll have her things delivered to ya la'ter," she finished, turning her eyes to the apartment floor.
The brunette swallowed hard, knowing better than to argue when she got this maf. 'She'll cool down in a few days,' he thought. But not this time. This time, it was over.