"I can't do this anymore," he shouts. It's raining so I can barely understand him. "What," I shout back, moving closer to him. "I can't do this anymore," he signs, "I'm not in love with you. I never was." My heart sinks to my stomach... We're standing in the pouring rain. He should be kissing me not leaving me. I focus on the ground, unsure how to respond. "Oh," is all I manage. "I'm sorry," he says before turning away.

That's it? After three years, this is how it's going to end? No, I did not spend three years putting up with him, taking him back each time he dumped me, crying for days or weeks until he crawled back to me. "That's it," I shout angry, "You're just walking away? You aren't going to fight?" He looks back at me, "No." My anger takes over, "Fine! Walk away, but don't expect me to take you back again! I'm done! I'm so sick of never being enough for you! Good luck finding a girl that's dumb enough to put up with your crap Scott!" I turn away. "I said I was sorry," Scott shouts to me. I look at him, tears running down my face, "Because sorry is going to make me feel better?" "I don't know," he glances at the ground. I walk away, tired of everything. "Ellie," I hear Scott yell, but I keep walking.

I arrive home. The house is empty and I realize I'm alone. I'm always alone. I take off my soaked clothes and turn on the shower. I wash my hair before reality hits me in the face...hard. He's gone... And I wasn't even worth the fight. The tears build up in my eyes. Finally, pouring out, I sink to the bottom of the shower, sobbing. I've never felt so alone...