"Namjoon, calm do-"

"Calm down?! You know what, whatever. We're done. I'm sick of you and I'm sick of this!"

All I could do was sigh and watch him pack his things angrily. This is how it always was, him picking a fight. He always got himself worked up, and honestly I physically couldn't handle it anymore. Everytime we get back together I always become tired, I have no energy. I need to learn to move on but I never do. History always repeated itself. Don't get me wrong, Namjoon is amazing. He is just so passionate about things he loses control of his common sense. We're both rather stubborn, which only adds ontop of the chaos.

I looked up to find his dark eyes holding sadness and regret. There was still a hint of anger in them but not as bad as it was. I uncrossed my arms and walked out of the bedroom, Namjoon following behind.

"You don't even care." Namjoon muttered as we stood by the front.

No. I did care. I cared too much, but I can't let this keep happening. All I could do was lock my eyes on his, and with one last glance I opened up the door and motioned him out.

All good things must come to an end... But I knew it wasn't the end. Pretty soon I'm going to find myself back to playing the crying game.