"You could have been killed," Chase screams. "That was such a long time ago," I scream back. "Let it go already!" "It was less than a week ago," he yells. "I don't want you taking any more risks like that! You're becoming very difficult to deal with!" "Oh, I'm difficult," I ask, furiously. "Says the boy who turns into a giant, devious monster when angry!" As soon as I take a good look into Chase's eyes, I can tell that I've really hurt his feelings. He shakes his head. "I'm just saying that you need to be more careful," he says, through clenched teeth. "I don't want to be worried every time I go to sleep that when I wake up I'm gonna find you dead somewhere because you're so...irresponsible!"

  I am very insulted by this comment, and I say something that I know I will regret, "Well, if I'm so irresponsible and difficult to deal with, then why don't you just get another girlfriend!? 'Cause right now, I sure as heck want another boyfriend, you...you monster!" I take a good look into Chase's eyes. I've crossed a line. I just know it. There's no turning back now. Tears spill out of his eyes and I try to keep mine in. He darts out of the room and I stand still in shock. I have a feeling that we just broke up. Sort of.

...

  I knock softly on Chase's bedroom door, "Hello? Chase?" There is no reply. Just his muffled crying. "I've been thinking," I continue. "We've been arguing and fighting a lot lately and...I think...I think-" I swallow the lump in my throat before finishing my sentence, "I think we should...break up." His crying the stops. I hear footsteps. Chase opens the door, rubbing his eyes, which are red from crying. "What," he asks, stunned. "You think we should...break up?" "It's for the best," I reply. It is as if I can see his heart shatter into a million tiny little pieces. "Oh," he says, as a big fat tear rolls down his cheek. "Okay." "So, I guess this is...goodbye," I say, trying not to cry. "Yeah," he says, wiping his tears away. "I guess it is."

  I can't believe this is happening. I have to resist the urge to kiss him before I say, "Goodbye, Chase." "Goodbye, Lyrica," he says. I turn and run away, not wanting him to see me cry. I run to my room, flop down on my bed, and start sobbing into my pillow. I don't know why I broke up with him. I'm still in love with him. I can't ask him if he wants to get back together now. First of all, that would make me seem weak. Second of all, he'd probably say no. Right now, my biggest regret is that I didn't kiss him goodbye. An even bigger regret is that I broke up with him. What I said about him being a monster. What have I done?