Eva shook with anger, disappointment, and heartache as Mack sat there with his mouth agape. Her heart was a whirl while his was flat.
He broke the silence after too long of a moment, his voice soft and timid.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “And I do love you, it’s just…”
He trailed off, unable to say the rest, and let his words hang in the air.
Eva’s brow furrowed, and her agitation barely abated at his words.
"It's just that you're a selfish prick," she said. "You don't love me. All you care about is yourself! Everything you do is only so you can feel good. Who cares what happens to me, right? Who cares that you were never there? Who cares that my heart was constantly broken?"
His head hung low in shame, but only for a moment. He quickly jumped up - his ego wouldn’t let him be “the bad one”
