“If you don’t love me, then maybe I should leave,” Nick whispered.
“Nicky, please…let us work this out,” Alex pleaded.
“It can’t be worked out, Alex,” Nick replied miserably. “Obviously, you’ve found someone else to love in my place.”
“Fine, if you see it that way, then leave,” Alex stated. “From this point on I don’t give a shit about what the hell you do.”
“Then so be it,” Nick said grimly. He trudged out the door with his head hung, as his tears began to fall endlessly.
Alex watched silently as Nick went out the door. Alex swore that it didn’t matter, but it did, very much so, it cut like a knife right through the heart.
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that've hurt you
And you'd stay
If I could reach the stars
I'd give 'em all to you
And you'd love me, love me, like you used to do
