May POV

I step through the front door of the apartment I've been dreading on going into.

I see my suitcase is still resting against a wall as well as Harry's.

Footsteps make their way over to me and I look up eventually and see Harry.

We both look at each other. "Are you okay?" He asks me. His voice shaky.

No I'm not okay.

My eyes look into his. "D-did you get any of my texts? Did you stay s-somewhere safe?"

"Yeah." I manage to say. "A while back I said that if you ever threw something in my face again or treated me badly I would leave. Do you remember that?" His face falls.

"Y-yes."

"So you assume what's next right?"

"No." Automatically his eyes well up. "May please." He steps closer toward me.

"This apartment holds too many bad memories for me. When I walk in through these doors I don't feel safe. When I look around I remember each spot you insulted me and made me feel sad. I can't live here anymore. And I think it's best if we don't live together now. We both need time to figure out what we want alone." His jaw is trembling.

My heart is pounding roughly. "W-will we still be together?"

"Distantly."

"So, we're going on a break?"

"I think that's what's for the best now. I need to learn how to not rely on you. I'm going to get a job and once I get enough money I'll live in an apartment."

"What about our house?"

"Maybe by the time it's done we'll be able to live with each other."

His eyes fall to his feet. I don't know what he's thinking. But I'm scared to ask.

"Will we be able to talk?" Harry asks me.

"I think we should give each other space for a while." I say.

"For how long?"

"A few months. Maybe sooner. I don't know yet."

His eyes look back to his feet.

"I have to get some of my things."

Harry POV

She left an hour ago

I sit on the wooden floor of the apartment and put my head in my hands and cry. In this moment I feel like dying.

In this moment I feel like a worthless cunt who deserves to die.

My everything decided to leave me after she finally had enough of me.

Why can I never do anything right?

Why do I always have to ruin everything?

I want to die.

I want to die.

I want to die.

The table beside me I throw against the room. It breaks. The shoe rack that has no shoes on it I throw. I stand up and feel my mind become hazy.

I shatter the mirror in the hallway by throwing it against the ground. I smash the paintings in the living room.

I take the coffee table and throw it against the wall closest to me. The TV is on the same wall and it shakes. I throw the TV remotes at the television until it cracks and pieces fall to the wooden floor.

I take the picture frames rested on the fire place and toss the against the brick wall across from me. Glass is all over the floor and I tug my hand through my hair.

Tears still sting my eyes and soon fall down my cheeks.

I still ruin everything touchable to distract myself from the hatred growing inside of me.

A://N

Short chapter by last chapter of the night

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