(three months before)

"Would you just listen to me?"

He looks away. Pleading does no good anymore, I don't know how to make him see me.

"Please, just look at me."

"I'll treat you like you're worthy of me when you treat me like the person I am," he spits.

"I don't even know what I did," I'm trying not to cry but damnit, it's too hard.

"Exactly."

It's like I was already drowning and he tied me to an anchor.

I'm helpless.

"Please. What did I do?"

He doesn't even respond. He won't look at me, I can't even be mad at him because I'm so powerless.

"I'm leaving," he says, almost too quietly for me to hear, and something inside me breaks.

"Fine!" I shout, and there's nothing else I can do.

But he doesn't like that. I didn't react right.

Apparently I never do.

"Whore," he mutters, grabbing a handful of something and throwing it at me.

I don't even see it until it hits me, grains of salt against my eyes. I feel the scratches before I register anything else.

"Fuck!" its not even a conscious sound. I can't even think about the words coming out of my mouth.

"You're blind enough already. What harm is this?"

And then I hear the door close.

The water clears, and my eyes are still burning. But I can see the door, the lock turned. And his car is gone.

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I won't have time to post tomorrow so here's this