Ted

The night city beneath the balcony shone with thousands of lights, but an icy chill remained between you. The argument had been going on for two hours now, draining you and sapping your strength. You looked at him, hoping to see even a hint of the warmth he'd once held in his eyes. But he merely took a tired drag on his cigarette and, without looking at you, blew the smoke into the night air.

"You know," his voice sounded frighteningly calm, "I've been trying to convince myself that I love you all this time. I've been looking for excuses for your hysterics, your temper... But now, looking at you, I feel only one thing. Relief that I no longer have to pretend. You were just a convenient way to avoid being alone. Nothing more."