Three months.

Months without John.

Sure I've been visiting him but it's not the same. I love him.

I sat on the couch and stared at a picture of John I had on the coffee table

I heard the door. I looked over and saw the door open and....that's not..

My god that's John!! He looks horrible...

"John what-" I started. He ran over and hugged me, picking me up
"They told me I could leave and I ran all the way here to see you.." he smiled weakly
"I can tell. Shower." I giggled

John huffed and trudged to the bathroom

After twenty minutes he came out in sweatpants and a blue t-shirt. His curly hair draped over his shoulders perfectly. His freckles had to be the best part.

I set a plate of pancakes on the table "hungry?"
"Very!" He practically ran over to the table

I chuckled and sat on the couch. He finished eating and came over to me. He sat beside me and pulled me into his lap

"I missed you" I cried into his shoulder
"I wanna break up..." he mumbled

Eh-what?! But I waited on him for months!! I visited him everyday I could!!!

I can't slap him. I won't slap him. But why?!

"wh-what?"
"I don't actually want to! It's just a thought.."
"Why?" I held back tears
"Well I met this guy and he gets out tomorrow.."
"So you're just gonna leave me!!" I got out of his lap
"It's not like that! I was just thinking...I'm still young and don't know if I want to commit to a relationship like that. I want to date and meet other people.."

I ran into the bedroom and closed and locked the door.

I hate him.

How could he.

I threw my things into my suitcase. A took a picture of John and I that I had framed and set on the nightstand. I threw it at the wall as hard as I could watching the glass shatter.

I tore the picture in half before grabbing my suitcase and leaving.

John didn't even react. He just watched me go.

The nerve.