text: “I don’t love you anymore.” She muttered, scuffing her shoe against the rough concrete. There were lots of little cracks in it that were far more interesting to her than the conversation she’d found herself stuck in. She hadn’t wanted to have this conversation here. Not in front of all the people that were walking past. They were getting a few odd looks and she flicked her hair a little. “What do you mean?” He asked, his face starting to crumple into an expression of upset. “I don’t know how I could say it any clearer.” She muttered. Her eyes were drawn to a nearby column and she let her gaze climb slowly upwards to the ceiling. It probably needed to be cleaned. All public spaces like this needed to be cleaned, but she doubted they ever were. It wasn’t that *she* cared, but her mother always muttered about it when they were together. “Did you ever love me?” Her eyes were pulled back to her ex-partner. Or was he still her partner at the moment? She wasn’t sure how it worked. But he was still looking at her expectantly, tears gathering along the lower lid of his eyes. “I enjoyed the time we spent together.” She answered truthfully, clasping her hands in front of her. His voice almost sounded like a whimper this time. “But you don’t enjoy it anymore.” “No.” “Why not?” He asked again, taking a step forward. She stepped back quickly, keeping the distance between them. Her eyes travelled up and down his frame, trying to determine if he was going to jump at her. His shoulders slumped and he didn’t take another step. “I don’t have an answer for that.” She lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I don’t enjoy spending time with you anymore.” “What did I do wrong?” Her head tilted slightly as she considered the question. Had he done anything wrong? She didn’t suppose he had. It was something that was wrong with her, perhaps. To enjoy something and then not. She eyed him again, took in the defeated pose. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” She told him, hoping that it would bring back his smile. It only made the tears spill over. His face was buried in his hands, shoulders hunched forward, protectively around himself. She glanced about, hoping for some route to escape. But so many eyes were on them. She couldn’t do this anymore. She couldn’t talk with him here. She turned on her heel, bowing her head. As she started threading her way through the crowd. Some moved out of her way, others made her change her course. But, finally, she got to her destination, dropping into a chair next to her friend. “So? Did you do it?” Her friend asked, leaning forward expectantly. “Did you break up with him?” “I think so.” She answered. “I told him I didn’t love him anymore. But he started crying. So... I left. I didn’t know what else to do.” “You are cold.” Her friend crowed. “Alright class, settle down!” The teacher called as the bell rang in the hall.