we had a fight. i told you that we weren't spending time together anymore. i told you that we should hang out soon. you slammed your hot cup of coffee on the table and you got burned but your expression didn't change. you looked angry. you told me i was selfish and shouted at me. you attracted the attention of other customers in the shop so i told you too calm down. you scoffed and pushed the cup of coffee making it spill, burning my hand. i hissed at the pain. you just shot me a glare and left me there alone.
i'm hurt. physically and emotionally.
