Rejecting rejection

I only nodded. This whole meeting with my mate wasn’t quite what I expected it to be. I thought it would’ve been more exciting, filled with passion and intensity.

However, it has turned out to be quite awkward and cold.

“well ill first have to pack my stuff,” I said.

“no need. You can get new stuff,” he responded dismissively.

“ok well, I can’t leave my mother alone,” I replied in the same tone.

“I’m sure she can handle herself,” he said.

His whole commanding and complete unsympathetic attitude was annoying me.

“so what? I just leave my whole life behind and run off into the sunset with you?” I said coldly.

His eyes met mine and I could see I was busy testing his patience.

A grin formed on my lips, taunting him.

He grabbed my wrist, fury that he was trying to control flooding his eyes.

“we can do this the easy way or the hard way … mate,” he spat and I ripped my wrist from his grip.

“I’m doing this my way.” I turned on my heel and walked down the sidewalk, heading towards home. I coul