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“I forgive you.”
Marinette scoffed.
Her boyfriend, soon to be ex, looked at her in earnest.
She simply rolled her eyes and continued packing, “You forgive me?”
He nodded and she felt her anger flare like feeding a raging inferno.
She all but threw her swiftly grabbed clothes into a bag, “I can't believe you. I can't believe this! After everything that's happened, you forgive me?”
He stepped closer, “Look Mari, you were the one who kept secrets, and I'm doing you a favor! So please, stop this.”
Marinette fumed as she spun around, “What? You're doing me a favor by not telling you dad? What a joke! Don't you dare tell me to stop, I'm a grown woman and I will make my own decisions.”
She resumed packing, moving even faster so she could leave this stupid apartment and cool off.
Her new ex grabbed her arm attempting to redirect her to look at him but she shook him off.
“Don't touch me. You made your bed now lay in it.”
He retracted his hand as if it had been scorched.
Maybe it had been…
Her ex tried a different approach as Marinette slipped on her shoes.
“Please, don't go, I'm sure we can work this out if we talk.”
Marinette laughed, “And let you talk over me and try to gaslight me into believing I'm in the wrong with this one? Not a chance.”
He cowered, “Will you be back later..?”
The audacity!
“You know what? No. I'm done with all the secrets and double standards and the lying and every single empty promise you've made to me. This isn't love, this is torture. We're done.”
She moved to leave and he called to her in a last ditch attempt to keep her there.
“Marinette please!”
She simply turned the door handle and stepped out, “Bye Tim.”