I set the plates down on the dinner table. I was making an anniversary meal for my boyfriend and me. We've been together for 2 years and it's been wonderful. My boyfriend is Justin and he is the best thing that has happened to me.
I made sure I looked breathe taking just for him. I wore my favourite burgundy dress that was backless and came past my feet and hung onto the floor elegantly. My hair was up in a beautiful bun and my makeup was done to perfection. I've never felt this good about myself.
I set the last bit of food on the plates and lit the candles in the middle of the table. I stepped back and admired my work. I hope he likes it. I soon herd the door open and them slam shut. My nerves increasing to 100.
I walked into the living room to see it empty. I saw his shoes by the stairs so I made my way up and into the bedroom. I opened the door and saw Justin packing his stuff into a suitcase.
"What're you doing?" I asked, standing in the doorway. My heart plummeting to the ground.
"I'm leaving" he replied, with no expression in his voice. "Why are you leaving?" I asked, my lip quivering slightly.
"Ok, listen. I just don't like being in this relationship anymore. It's boring. We don't do anything. We don't kiss. We don't touch each other all because you to frigid to do anything with me" he spat, glaring at me.
"I don't know who the fuck you think you are but just because I don't let you kiss me or hug me, that doesn't mean I am frigid. I am glad I didn't let someone like you take that away from me because that would be the biggest mistake of my life. You want to leave, Fine!" I shouted, chucking his things at him.
"The fuck do you mean, it would be a mistake and stop throwing things at me!" he shouted back. I stopped but kept on glaring at him. "It would have been a mistake because you're a dick. You're leaving me because I don't want to have sex with you. You're pathetic. I hope your new girlfriend gives you everything you want." I said, smiling sarcastically at him and slamming the door behind me as I walked away.
I sat on the couch in the living room, covering myself up with a blanket and watching my favourite show 'The Vampire Diaries'. I was engrossed into the episode that I didn't hear Justin's footsteps walking down the stairs. I didn't turn to look at him but I did hear him pick up his car keys.
"You're not going to stop me then?" he asked. I turned my head to look at him. "Am I supposed too?" I asked, looking back at the television, my concentration elsewhere.
"I thought you loved me" he said, picking up his suitcase and walking out the front door.
"I thought you loved me too" I said before he closed the door fully.
