Forty

BECCA:

Collins stared at me with sadness in his eyes, tears had begun to build In his eyes and he walked closer to me, dropping the bouquet on the center table before proceeding to me.

“You told him to accept me even when you knew he didn't want me?”

“Collins, I did it for your good -”

“My good? Becca, how is begging him to stay with me for my good? I had to... I had to beg him every single day to look at me, and if doesn't I would think I'm doing something wrong. It's one thing to know what you did, it is another thing to wonder and start filling your head with reasons. Do you know something about filling your head with reasons? It's that you will never be satisfied with whatever you reasons you came up with, which leads to depression and heart fucking break!” He shouted at my face.

“Collins, I'm sorry... I didn't want you to be sad, I didn't want you to feel rejected.” I walked down the stairs as I talked. Collins scoffed and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes.

“Reject