Away From You

He'd left me. For a super star. Kristen Stewart. I didn't know how much ink I'd used when printing out her pictures off the Internet and stuffed them in the shedder. I'd usually get paper cuts because of my reckless shoving and my blurred vision, due to tears. Many nights I'd spent with my face buried in my pillow, punching it and screaming and crying. Too many times had I gone to my shed to grab my bow and sharpen my arrows (ready to shoot my Kristen poster) and too many times had I thought that it'd be so easy to plunge the arrow into my chest. But that night...
"Please, I'm sorry," he pleaded.
"WE'RE OVER, ALEX! AND WE HAVE BEEN FOR SIX MONTHS! SIX MONTHS WITHOUT YOU!" I shouted.
"I've realised she's not the one, Nadine," he sighed.
"WELL I REALISED THAT YOU'RE NOT THE ONE!" I sobbed.
"Please, please, don't say that," he sobbed.
"I JUST DID!"
"Why won't you take me back?"
"BECAUSE YOU LEFT ME! I DON'T WANT TO BE BROKEN TWICE, ALEX! How can I be sure you wont break me again? How can I trust you? I'm sorry," I whispered before shutting the phone off.
"I'm sorry."