You've always been a jealous one, haven't you, love? It started with your sister when you were young, then grew to your friends and your cousins. Maybe that's why you're standing in front of him, yelling back and forth in the middle of a deserted hallway.

He is just talking to another girl. But you're insecure and can't help but to compare yourself to her. She is prettier than you with chestnut hair and blue eyes. You don't want him talking to someone that isn't you. She might just be a friend, but you want to be the only girl in his life.

"You're being ridiculous, Lucy. She means nothing to me. She's just a friend," he groans. You can tell that he's tired of fighting with you, but you're not finished. You're going to get your way one way or another.

"That's how we started off; just friends," you fire back.

"I'm done, Lucy. All we ever do anymore is fight. I'm tired of it. It's not worth it anymore." His hand runs through his brown hair as his green eyes focus on you. You never felt more broken than you do as he walks away from you. He doesn't believe in you anymore and it crushes you.