We stood there, Grey with his beautiful brown eyes staring at me like a puppy asking for a treat, while I look to his wooden floors.

"So, what happened last night?" His voice startled me for a second, causing me to jump.

"I... don't know." I cross my arms, finally looking back at him.

"I remember what you said, about me being the problem, that's not nothing." He steps a bit closer to me.

"I was tipsy, I said dumb shit."

"I know you didn't touch any alcohol, please don't lie..." Grey's voice was soft, open.

"I just wasn't up for a quick fuck." I pinch my arm.

"That's completely okay, you didn't have to run away, though... I wouldn't force that on you." he took a step back, eyes moving to the floor.

I felt like garbage, utter trash.

"I know you wouldn't do that!" I felt tears build on my waterline, "I know that! I just... I didn't trust myself."

Grey looked up, eyes wide from my sudden outburst.

"Wh-what does that mean?"

Built up tears fell down my cheeks, leaving a line of salt water. Grey came forwards to wipe them away.

"I-I don't know. I just know that I can't continue doing this." I gesture between us, "I can't continue getting dragged along to these parties and leaving the next day feeling broken."

Grey's hands dropped from my face, the cold wind from his AC felt like a slap to my face.

"Broken?" His hurt tone almost made me regret coming here.

"Broken. Incomplete. Regretful. I feel like I'm leaving a piece of myself in your bed." I reach up and grab my necklace, rubbing my thumb over the small locket.

"Can you please be more specific?" I've never wanted to melt into the floor more than in this moment.

I shove him away from me, my hands tingling from anxiety, "I fucking love you! You fucking idiot!"