|confrontation|

"why'd you do that?" he asks me.

"why do you ask?" i reply back. i was released from the hospital four days later.

"you could've fucking died." he says. i could hear the familiar yet distant memory of anger rising in his throat.

"that was the point." i say.

his face was in total shock.

"why?" he asks.

"you just are trying to force me with you. that's it, isn't it? no matter what you do. we won't ever work. just...stop." he rambles. i knew he was being careful with each word but they all were like knives.

"it would work. you just don't want to work! i fucking understand you don't need me, okay?! quit reminding me." i say, holding back tears.

"we all want something we can't have. that's life." he says. his hands were in his pockets and we were in the middle of a street.

the wind was silent and there was nobody else around. just me and you.

"i'm sorry." i whisper.

and then my heart stopped.

he leaned in,
and kissed me.

and then like that, he was gone.