The Worst Result, a five minute freewrite

It was, she told him, the worst result. He blinked at her and didn't know what to say. She folded her arms and he could feel the barriers being put up around her.

She was like a castle and the drawbridge had been raised.

He tried to smile but feared his mouth was making more of a sneer. She backed away.

"I don't want this," she said.

"But I thought you did," he said, his voice was shaking. He could feel the tears building up behind his eyes.

Don't cry, he thought. For fucks sake, don't cry.

A single tear trickled from his eye and he blinked.

"You said you did."

She shook her head. "Not with you," she said. "I never said I wanted it with you."

He sat down, or rather his legs gave way and he collapsed into the chair. When had be become so weak? he wondered. I never used to feel things like this. He remembered his therapist telling him feelings were not a sign of weakness. He had laughed at him. Of course they are. They allow others to prod you until you hurt, he had said.

He wasn't wrong. He could feel the pain in the back of his head.

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