Gio stared at Betty for a few seconds, gathering his thoughts all the while, and then stood up. "I'm sorry Betty, but I just can't be with somebody who treats people this way."
He quickly grabbed his clothes and started pulling them on as fast as possible. He fumbled around and found his keys before sprinting off. He knew he had to get out of there before he completely lost all willpower to leave. He was in love with Betty but she always seemed to treat him with disrespect. Betty was screaming after him, telling him to stop and that it wasn't like that. The tears started flowing when he heard the screechy voice that he loved, but soon Gio was out of earshot and he felt better. The sadness that he had felt soon turned to relief. He knew that this experience would help him get over Betty Suarez sooner, and that eventually the right woman, one that was capable of showing love and respect towards a man, would come along.
Betty sat on the blanket, feeling dazed and confused. She was crying. This was the end. She knew that Gio would never come back. She had blown it big time. Betty lay down with her head on the blanket, her pitiful sobs slowly fading.
She looked over and saw a pile on the grass. She grabbed it and slowly brought the forgotten leather jacket to her face. As she inhaled the scent of her lost love, the tears started again, but this time they didn't stop.