Chapter 4 - Along the Lines

"Don't ever come by my house, don't talk to my family, I'm done with you!"
I don't think anything has ever hurt me so much. No words can ever cut so deep as yours. I knew you were mad, in fact, I didn't figure you would ever try to contact me again. But it hurt to hear you say it in person. You thought I had hurt you, but you wouldn't even stay to listen to me. I had stood up for you, I had lied and covered up for you. I defended you when you did not deserve it, and this is how you repay me? By showing up at my house at midnight and telling me what I can and cannot do?
Nothing you said that night, in my opinion, was mature enough for a response. You were turning in to her. As I looked into your eyes, where I used to see life and love, I saw darkness, and it frightened me. You were empty. The man that I loved and known had died and you had stolen his body. All of the days that we had spent together, all of the nights we had held each other. They meant nothing to you now. I meant nothing. I had given you so much, and you tossed me aside like I was an old shoe.
There you were, on my doorstep. The conversation didn't last long. I knew you didn't want to talk after what happened two days ago. I honestly didn't have anything to say to you. I had apologized, begged, argued, and walked away. So I stood in silence. The December air wasn't as cold as the chill that shot through my heart when you told me to disappear.