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Fugo had his hands clasped together in front of his face, angry tears running down his face as you did as well. You were both trying to calm yourselves down for your arguement. Your body was turned from him and your palms covered your face.
“Y/n), don’t turn away from me...don’t.”
Fugo’s voice was on the verge of a scold, though his intention was not to do so. You removed your hands from the front of your face to the sides.
“I can’t fucking look at you right now. I don’t want do this anymore, Fugo...not at this point.”
You told him, trying not to let out a sob. Fugo practically let out a whimper. His voice shook.
“I-I need this to work...”
He reached for your shoulder and turned you to him. He took ahold of your other shoulder with his other with his free hand.
“I need you!”
He shook you, trying to get you to look at him. He placed a hand on the side of your face. You finally looked at him, taking in a sharp breath.
“Sure you do, Fugo. You just love telling me how much you fucking love me.”
You scoffed, completely sarcastic. Fugo looked down, pulling you into a hug, but you refused to return it.
“But, I do, I do...I’m sorry. I’m sorry I get so angry....so frustrated I-.”
“Fugo, no...you don’t get to apologize anymore.”
He tried to apologize, but you shoved him away and stopped him from speaking.
“I’ve taken enough from you. I’m done hurting. I love you, but I can’t take it. I can’t just let you hurt me.”
Fugo’s expression was despicable. His arms were limp at his side.
“I’ll change for you-.”
“And how many times have you said that? How many?”
You interrupted him again, grabbing you jacket from the coat rack. You shook your head and turned your back to him once more.
“Goodbye Fugo...don’t call me again.”
You opened the door, shutting it as gently as you could behind you.
(I HURT)