Make Me Feel Alive

"I don't want to talk about it," I snapped, pacing back and forth behind the couch as I talked to Trevor.
I had finally answered one of his calls, and I had moved on from hurt to fury.
"That was bullshit how you acted and you know it, and I am so done with this! you do this to me constantly and I'm just done." I ranted at him. "We're done! You can come over and get your stuff and that's it!"
"But, Morgan ---."
"No! You're not going to guilt me, or yell at me, or embarrass me anymore! I'm not here for your convenience, Trevor."
"I never meant for it to be like ---."
"I don't care, I really don't! I don't have to be with you, I'm not desperate. I don't need you for anything, Trevor." I fumed. "So we're done. That's it. There is nothing you can do that will make this better."
And I hung up.
Ha, who took control this time? Me! That's who, you jerk!
I scowled, and sat my phone on the counter. Trevor didn't usually leave a lot of his stuff over here, so I could probably fit all of it in a grocery bag and set it outside. All he had was a few overnight clothes and his toothbrush.
Which I should dunk in the toilet before giving him.
Or let Toby gnaw on for good measure.
I glanced down at where the tom cat was currently attacking one of his toys, tossing it in the air and rolling around into the furniture. I watched as a lamp on the end table shook precariously as he slid under it, and sighed.
Besides, our breakup was inevitable. For one thing I'd kissed Ashley, even if he'd started it, and Trevor and me just weren't getting along like before.
Actually now that he was almost a doctor he was just kind of a dick. And I was relieved to not have to deal with his drama anymore.
What was I even going to wear Friday? I suddenly wondered. It would be late anyway, considering he had his concert. And why Friday specifically? Why not just wait till Saturday? If he thought he was going to get laid Friday night he had a wire crossed.
I hadn't slept with Trevor until we had been dating a while, and I'd always been that way. Even in college.
Which I still wish I hadn't gone too.
I hesitated, then started towards my bedroom.
I had better pick some clothes out.

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