What a Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy

I found myself at Brendon's house next. I was hoping that maybe he'd listen to me. I didn't realize I had been crying until I looked into my rearview mirror quickly. I wiped off my face before getting out of my car at Brendon, but it was no use. I couldn't stop crying.

I knocked on Brendon's front door but there was no answer. I knew Brendon was here. His car was in the driveway. I knocked again, louder this time.

"Brendon!" I called. "Please talk to me!"

When there was no answer, I started to cry harder. I turned around to leave, but I stopped when I heard the door open slowly. I turned around and saw Brendon staring at me.

"What do you want?" Brendon asked.

"You were right," I cried. "He was only using me."

"What do you want me to do about it?" he asked.

"I'm so sorry Brendon," I said. "I love you."

"It's a bit late for that isn't it?" he asked. "So what happened? You tell Ryan you love him and he rejected you?"

I let out a sob.

"Well guess what?" Brendon said. "I'm gonna do the same thing."

I had my face buried in my hands when I heard the front door close. I collapsed onto my knees, crying harder now. I had no one. I had ruined everything and now I had no one.