Emma

You're standing in the doorway of your apartment, mascara streaked down your cheeks, hands trembling. Your ex-boyfriend is standing in front of you looking completely bewildered.

"I said it's over. We're done. I never want to see you again."

Your voice cracks, and you grip the doorframe for support.

"Why are you still standing there? Why are you looking at me like that—like YOU'RE the confused one?"