"Sorry" won't fix it...

It was a long night, and I just got home. Kicking off my shoes by the door, I hear a faint cry. I walk towards the sound in the corner of the room. He was there, my love was home. Happy as I was, I walked over to him, and held him in my arms. He quickly pushed me away. "What's this?" I asked, staggering back slightly. He got up, walking past me. I grab his hand, making him stop. "What's wrong, Terrence?" Terrence hangs his head, crying. Without warning, he starts hitting my chest, "You bastard! You don't even pay attention to me! Don't I mean anything to you?!" I blink, slightly startled, "You mean everything to me. I spend everyday with you, and loving you. I miss you when you're gone, and it pains me when you get mad at me like this..." I stare into his tear glazed eyes. He mutters, looking away from me, and says, "I hate you..." I blink, "What?" He turns to me and yells, "I hate you, you bastard!" He pulls away from my grasp, walks to the door, then runs out. "Terrence!" He didn't stop or turn around. "Maybe this time...it's over for good." I pause. "If it's what he wants, so be it..."

By yours truly...