Prompt: Ex-boyfriend, Binoculars, Good Luck

You could ask me what happened, but I couldn't give you a good answer. Things  were good. We were happy.

I was happy.

Then there was a fight. We screamed. We were silent. We threw things. And then we were separated. But that was only two days ago and now here he is, meeting up with some other guy.

Typical player.

And here I am, back to my old games, observing from afar. Yearning from afar.

I click my tongue, lower the binoculars. My nose crinkled, a ball of heat forming in the pits of my stomach. I'd been ready to give him another chance if he came crawling back. Now?

Now I just wish him luck.