A/N short chapter until the next update tonight, dedicated to @perksofimagining & @zaynmermaid

She tries to touch me. I can feel her cold hands tugging on mine, but I find it hard to respond for the first time. It wasn't easy to be close to her now. Our balance had been completely off now due to her confessions. It made me think about all the other things she lied about, and how good of a liar she was. If I hadn't heard it from her, and heard it from someone else, I would have never thought it to be true.

We sat next to each other on the couch, watching the TV was painfully uncomfortable for both of us. The cabin was warm despite the autumn winds, the trees had begun to shed their leaves. Laying next to Anastasia last night was horrible. We both didnt know what to say, and I know she thinks that this isn't gonna take time to fix, but she's wrong if she believes we're alright.

"Are you hungry?" She asks, giving up on any physical contact with me.

I shake my head no, she looks annoyed. Probably due to my lack of efforts to speak.

She needed to understand me. My heart was broken. No one had ever managed to so thoroughly break me. Not even when my father left did I feel this alone and betrayed, with the difference that she was still here. It was so fucking complicated. How could I live in this monotony with her? How could I just pretend she never used me? It seemed so hard to accept life without her, drove me crazy to think of someone else having her.

"I'm sorry," Anastasia confessed, taking my hands in hers.

This was sad, looking into her eyes, they revealed genuine remorse. She knows she's fucking up. But I can't just forgive her that quickly.

"Don't touch me," I reply harshly, pulling my hands away. I scoot away from her, making myself as comfortable as I can on the other side of the couch.

She frowns, a sniffle follows. "Why?"

"If you touch me I'm going to fall for your game. You'll ruin me."

"I'm not playing a game."

"I don't know if you are or aren't anymore."

The girl sighs deeply, ignoring my previous attempts to make space between us and sitting closer to me.

"Things are different... You have to know that. I was angry. I speak out of anger and you know that."

I raise a brow, giving her an incredulous glance. "One thing is speaking out of anger and another is to confess something terrible out of anger. I don't know if things have changed with you, but they have with me."

I can feel myself gaining momentum, but her eyebrows are furrowed. She's taking in what I've said and her inevitable conclusion is written all over her features.

She's frozen. "W-what do you mean?"

"I mean that you're leaving tonight. I've sent someone to pack your things from the penthouse and a car to pick you up to take you to your father's house."

Her bright eyes widen in shock. "You can't be serious! I thought we would work this out!"

Anastasia begins to sob, she's really crying. Something deep inside me snaps almost at her command, like hearing her cry is my ultimate weakness. But I can't be weak anymore. Where has it gotten me? I need time apart. I need her to understand that she needs time away, too, so she can fix her own issues without me pressuring her.

I know I haven't been the best. I know. But I also know that I had the most sincere intentions to fix what I broke, it weighed on me that we'd never be perfect because of me, but I was willing to try because I adore Anastasia. I love her more than anything in this world and the next, but I need to put this space between us.

Because she'll end me.

"Silly girl."