Barbie.
" Are you suggesting we break up?" He asked.
Did I stutter? That's what I said, not suggest. It's tiring going back and forth all the time on petty arguments.
" Yes Ozzy, I don't see the need for us to be like this.Its like it's always my fault on everything. It's my fault you sought another girl, it's my fault this and that. As painful as it is for me.I have to let you go." I said sadly.It is hard for me to say those words.I never thought it would ever come to this.
His mouth dropped, his brows knitted together.
" Barbie, no. No! No! " He yelled, launched his fist onto the portrait on the wall.
" What.... What about the promise we made for each other? Barbie, where will I go? Our future, our wedding plans. Are you going to throw that away? What has changed you, you are not
