[Coat on. Keys in hand. He remembers his beer and decides to drain it.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Fuck. He said he was leaving, if he pussies out that would be giving ground he doesn't want to give away. More a show of weakness. He already admitted a fraction of the hurt.]
Fuck you too, asshole!
[Stomping into the kitchen. The bottle shatters when he throws it into the garbage can.]
no subject
Waiting.
Waiting.
Fuck. He said he was leaving, if he pussies out that would be giving ground he doesn't want to give away. More a show of weakness. He already admitted a fraction of the hurt.]
Fuck you too, asshole!
[Stomping into the kitchen. The bottle shatters when he throws it into the garbage can.]