Initially the plan was just come over, get her things, and leave. Initially. But the plans changed when she saw the boxes full of her things sitting in the corner of what used to be their bedroom. Then things took another turn when she decided to look through said boxes which contained things such as her clothes and necessities, art, records, and old gifts and things from (and to) Amani. She began to grow emotional, feeling the tears building up as she continued to glance at the various items. This was the reason why she’d been avoiding this task for so long. It wasn’t just the fact that her belongings were put in boxes and off to the side. It was the things that held such sentimental value to her being put in a box and off to the side that got to her. Too focused on what was in front of her, she didn’t even hear him enter the house but she did hear his footsteps getting closer, looking up to meet his gaze as he stopped in the doorway. “Did I really fuck up that bad that you had to just throw out everything? Just...everything. Like, I made you this before we were even anything. This is the letter you wrote me for my eighteenth birthday. This is the watch I bought you for your birthday even though your stubborn ass wouldn’t accept it. This has our song on it...” she spoke as she pulled out the various items. Sniffling, she shook her head before speaking again. “All of this has sentimental value and you just put it in a box and pushed it aside like it’s nothing? Okay, I know that I am melodramatic, and selfish, and childish at times and I fucked up but it wasn’t that bad. It’s not like I had sex with him and didn’t tell you about it or something. It was a crush that may have developed into some sort of feelings which was completely out of my control. I’m sorry but I couldn’t help it. And I didn’t break up with you so that I could get with him or whatever because if that was the case then I could’ve done that while we were together but I’m not that type of person. I could never do that to someone, especially someone I love. And it’s because I love you that I thought that we could work this out and get through it but maybe you don’t feel the same way anymore or maybe you just need time or maybe you’re being stubborn. I don’t know. Do you still love me? If you don’t, just say it. Just tell me you don’t love me anymore and I will leave with all this stuff and I promise I won’t bother you anymore. So...do you?”
