'Wait!' A delicate voice called out. 'Look, I'm sorry okay!' Kimberly jogged towards Josh extending a hand on his shoulder, as if that would stop him. He tried walking away from her, step after step, free of chains that link them, but her hand was insistant and her words were choal to the heart. 'I didn't mean what I said, and well- did...' She said agitated.

Although he couldn't see, for his back was to her, he knew she must've been livid for going away, not listening to the grandieur excuse and null explanations.

Josh halted in his steps, muscles tensed and began to slowly do a mid circle. Now, being fully centered, viewing her. She returned the stare at Josh with pain clear in her earthy green eyes. Elusive of emotions was how he felt and it was clearly reflected in his stoic eyes.

He shrugged at her, cocking his head to the side while watching as she was looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

He knew every miniscule aspect of her, so he knew that she was in fact feeling profound remorse deep inside of her. But, it was quickly shielded in a combination of abundant anger and determination in her orbs and body language.

Anger.

Yeah, that's the least she should be feeling; it was him whose anger was boiling fater by the second. There was no stopping it. Wandering eyes looked around in this too sunny weather in the deserted park. The sun was so powerful and dominant that it hurt and burned immensely his eyesight.

No matter how hard Josh tried though, he couldn't keep this growing volcano inside of him from erupting with all its spitting venom.

His ire was as trasparent as if watching your reflection through the water when he turned his burning gaze to hers. 'So what did you mean then, huh? For all I know, you said as clear as daylight that I'm a ballistic moron, extra sensitive guy, and also, if I recall well, you said you couldn't believe you were with me. And many other things...

Plus, this isn't the first time I caught you lip locking like your slutty friends say, with some random guy!' Josh was at the point where it was getting out of control. His fisted hands shot to his sides, and his whole body went rigid with the erupting hot lava flaming out.

'Then, why are you still here?' Kimberly snapped with her chin raised up defiantly. Her feelings were like a constant wave changing; he's used to it. The ice cold shield was obviously held up in a forte; a wall to protect herself. He knew that her being so increasingly proud played a major role of the reason for her manner.

In reality, besides her snapping at him in a shielded state, the question she enunciated with such bitterness looped around his head, feeling uncertainty well up. He looked away clutching his stomach unconsciously with the incessant nauseousness growling at him.

You see, that precise question, is the one that always remained unanswered.

Why am I here?

And, might I add, what an uncharacteristically way of a break-up, am I right?

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Have you ever felt the feeling like you can't quite grab a hold and get a grip of your life? As if a puppet pulled by strings, where if they tell you to jump, you do? You ever felt like a mindless robot, looping in a circle with no end?

Yes, my life back then was like riding a bike on an unknown place, searching for some awesome, elating emotion and adventure, yet all you found was a road with no turns, no end, just a 'keep going straight'. I'd like to confess I owned control over my life, over my love life including, but to be totally honest, I don't. Now, however, things have had quite the twist.

Oh! I'm terribly sorry, I have forgotten to introduce myself from the very beginning. Let's just say that I wanted you to have imprinted in your brain the big picture, beckoning towards my life, ab initio. Get it all on the open.

My name's Josh Montgomery, I'm 28 years old and a very succesful pressident of a business company. Not to brag or anything, but to say I'm filthy rich would be an utter understatement. People rather consider me as a cold yet very much respected man who's impeccably brilliant with his work.

No girlfriend, no commitment or bows stretched with anyone. I just get good times with women who literally throw themselves at me. No, I'm not vain, but I am aware I'm a good-looking sort with my dark blue eyes, jet black hair, strong built and a dimpled smile women used to swoon over.

Although my life is anything but interesting, it's sufficiently okay in my standards. I admit at times I desperately seek for a change, but I waver it off being the stubborn person I am.

Later on, I will be explaining further to no later due, what actually happened between me and Kimberly Johansson, including the list of numerous things that transformed me into the man I am today. Cold and ruthless. But don't judge so fast! You'll bite your tongue once you find out the truth. So please, I encourage you, do read on.

Warning though: There's many a things I'm not proud of, though I guess that's part of life.