I probably wasn't made for relationships.
Or for dealing with love alone.
Seriously, my boyfriend trying to punch my prom date because he was dancing with me.
I knew he was close, that his hands were at the border with appropriate and inappropriate.
But this was too much for me.
Plus Tobirama just adding to the pile of shit.
No.
I can't.
My hand removed Tobirama's from my face just as I got up.
"(Y/n), please"
Madara grabbed my arm.
"Don't fucking touch me Madara! Any of you, don't!"
I yanked it from his grasp, tears already streaming down my face.
My feet then moved away.
And they were moving fast.
I was running.
From them.
From everything.
From every problem..
I noticed myself outside the building.
There I dropped to my knees.
The dress tearing apart.
Just like me.
The ones always with me.
The company of my everyday life.
And probably the ones staying with me, as my partner.
Me and my bad choices.