Matt toppled a pile of books onto the floor.
‘Just, stop.’
Chess pieces flew from their board.
‘I need this to end.’
‘What?’
‘Us. This. Whatever this is. I love you, but I hate myself when I’m with you.’
‘Huh?’
‘I need to love, even just like, myself. This … this is too self-destructive.’
‘You just said you love me.’
‘It’s not a healthy love, Matt. It’s all lies and silence and walking on eggshells. All we do is fight, sulk, kind of make-up, then repeat. It’s not good for either of us.’
‘Carrie?’
‘Sorry, Matt. This is the end.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words
1 comment:
Poor Matt! Sounds like quite a shock to him. You do a great job here of showing both people's viewpoints, so we can have sympathy for both, and that's not easy to pull off. Well done
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