“I can’t keep doing this.” She said solemnly. “I can’t.”

“Fine.” He gestured towards the door. “Then just leave already.”

“You're not gonna fight for me?”

“Why should I? You’ve made it clear you don’t care, so I don’t either. You said you're done, so am I.”

“I didn’t say I was done, I said I don’t want to keep doing this!”

“Yeah, this, our relationship, I get it, we’re over!”

“I meant the fighting, the cold shoulders, the sleeping alone because you storm out, I just want to try something different!”

“Well maybe I don’t want something different with you! Maybe I’m done.”

“What?”

“You keep acting like everything is my fault, I don’t do enough, I don’t try enough, I don’t fight for you, but I fight you too much? Be so fucking for real.”

“Well whose fault would it be then? Mine?”

“Yeah.”

“No. No! It’s not my fucking fault, you start all our arguments!”

“I live my life and you find problems with it, how is that me starting arguments?”

“Oh don’t act so fucking innocent.”

“Don’t swear at me.”

“You are the one who refuses to put any effort into our relationship!”

“You don’t either-”

“Oh please I do plenty!”

“Screaming isn’t plenty!”

“Fine then maybe we should be over!”

“Oh we definitely should be.”

“Fine. Fine! Then I’ll leave. And you can enjoy your sad lonely existence, and trouble another girl with your laziness, cause I’m done.”

“Good.”

“Good! You’re gonna regret this when I’m gone.”

“Maybe I will, but I really doubt it. Why don’t you leave so I can find out?!”

“Fine, I’m going!”