The Break Up
“Listen.” Kim said. Kim was in the car, parked on the bank of the lake. She was speaking to Troy. Troy never listened. This was why they were where they are now. Troy just never listened. “Ok. Look.” Kim said. He had nothing to say. Just that dumb look on his face. It frustrated her to no end. “I owe you an explanation.” Kim said. Again, Troy sat silently. Surely he knew this was the end. The big fight they had. The volatile torment their relationship had endured in recent months. It would be an insult if he didn’t know this was actually the end. “It’s not you, it’s me.” Kim said. Really? Are you going with that? Did you just watch a 90s sitcom or a poorly written Rom-Com? It’s not you - it’s me. What’s next? ‘I’m in a weird place right now.’ “Ok. Forget that.” Kim said. Kim looked down at Troy’s chipped and cracked finger nails. She looked at his tatty jeans. She looked at his unkempt hair. She remembered her father’s words when he first met Troy. That boy is going now