I roll my eyes at your sarcastic comment. I'm glad that we're not getting into a full blown argument. It's nice to be able to talk to you about things without the fear of you leaving me, as you've already done that to me.<br/><br/>"Oh, they're not real people? Well I started off as one of your groupies. So is that why you cheated on me? It didn't matter because I wasn't real and didn't have any feelings?" I growl.<br/><br/><em>"Well...it's just...I don't think I'm over you."</em><br/><br/>My mouth drops open and my eyes grow wide, tears instantly filling them, my body beginning to tremble.<br/>"Don't tell fucking lies to me!" I yell.<br/><br/>"Look, I'm not in the mood to sit inside a public place and eat. Can we just go back to yours, get a take-away and watch a DVD or something? I need to relax, all this pressure is getting to me. It was hard enough getting over you. I don't love you anymore, I love Adam." I make that clear to you, knowing that I'm lying though.<br/><br/>"Where are you living now anyway? I don't even know where you went when you walked out of our apartment..."