You look at me and yawn, your eyes red from crying. I was expecting you to say you were bored like you always do but you didn't. I grab the photo album we had put together during our years together. You lean back and the chair groans like an animal. "Should I?" I ask, fiddling with the corners of the photo album. You jump from the sound of my voice and get up. I quickly put the album back on the table and follow you, grabbing at your wrist. "James..." I say. "James!" I raise my voice. You stop and turn to glare at me with tears in your eyes and you hand raised like you were going to hit me. "Just burn the god d**n thing, Stephanie." You say, lowering your arm. "There isn't an "us" anymore so keeping that around will bring bad luck." and with that you were gone. I walked back into my room and picked up the album. I backed up into the wall and let myself slide down, clutching the precious photos to my chest. I couldn't get rid of them. I have to hide them. I wouldn't let anyone just burn away my memories. The only good ones I had left. I stood up and cleared my throughout, determined to chase after you. I wouldn't let you go. Not that easy. "Break up? What are you talking about?" I asked aloud. I ran down the stairs and out of the old, broken down duplex and squinted from the sun light. I looked around and saw you down the road a little ways and took off running. "James!" I shouted, getting closer. You stopped and turned around, looking me up and down. I panted and coughed but managed to get out what I needed to, "James, I love you. I'm not letting you get away that easy. Not after three years," I said and kissed you right on the lips. You grabbed my shoulders tightly and jerked away from me, I could see the red specks in your dazzling blue eyes. Yep. I have defiantly made you angry. You give me a look of disgust and disappointment and the next thing I know is I'm on the ground, my knees and elbows bleeding.