I didn't want to hurt him, but I didn't see any other way. I loved him; just not the way he wanted. This wasn't how I wanted things to turn out. I never wanted this to happen, but it is and I know I have to fix it.
I brushed my hair and with one last sigh I walked out of my house. I climbed into my car and started the engine.
The ride to his house only fueled my imagination to its fullest and I was starting to get that pit in my stomach. Something was telling me that I was making the biggest mistake, but something else was telling me that I'd already done that.
Before I knew it I was sitting in my car willing myself to go knock on the door. My body suddenly went paralyzed while my mind screamed at me to get it over with.
I killed the engine and walked slowly up to the front door. My hand rose up and knocked three times while I subconsciously held my breath.
The door swung open there he stood bare in only a pair of blue and white boxers. Surprise was evident on his face and his hair was a mess.
"Callie—" I cut him off knowing that I wouldn't be able to do this if he was to talk to me.
"I just came by to tell you that… to tell you that I can't be with you anymore. I don't love you the way you want me to and I don't think I ever can." Silence bestowed us as tears pricked and burned behind my eyes. That familiar tightening feeling was back in my throat and I bit my lower lip to keep from crying. "I'm sorry," I said barely above a whisper and turned to leave.
My cell phone started vibrating in my pocket once I was in my car. I pulled it out wiping away a lone tear that seemed to escape. The reason why I was breaking up with him was now calling, but I didn't feel like talking to him at that moment.
A/N: This is the sequel of My Wonderful Life. I wanted to wait till I had some chapters finished before I posted this. Let me know what you guys think!