Her eyes turned a cruel shade, filled with wounded malice. "What makes your pain different from anyone else's? Take a godd*mn look in the mirror, and stop throwing a pity party for yourself. Look outside yourself! There is an entire world out there!"
"Like you're any better! I may live in a world of delusional hypocrites, but at least I see the sh*tshow as it is! You think you can make a change? YOU go see your f *cking world. IT'S BURNING!" He spat, feeling the bile rising to his throat.
"And meanwhile, you get all pissy at me, because I don't attend the same bullsh*t talks that you do, don't share your 'altruistic virtues,' your 'amazing selflessness'. It's a f *cking excuse to validate yourself, make you better than the rest of us, and YOU need to see that!" He picked himself up, pacing across the room furiously.
"So don't you dare call me delusional, when you're the one living in a cloud, and don't expect me to change for your expectations, your virtues, your ideas!" He shouted, spittle flying from his mouth like a rabid dog.
She stood paralyzed with distressed hair, statuesque and strained in her victimhood, breaking her stuttering silence with a scream.
"Fine! Just sit here and think yourself into a coma for Christ's sake! Why the f*ck did I ever think I could change you? You can gaze down on the world from your ivory tower for all I care until you throw yourself off a cliff! Why did I ever try to help you?"
Suddenly weary, he sank into the couch, murmuring. "What I need help with, you can't help."
"I don't know what you need help with, Connor. But I can't help you. This, this... relationship isn't working for me. I think I need to go stay somewhere," she said, brushing hair out of her face. Now that the bout of anger was over, she looked wilted. Like a flower.
"Where?" he asked, as she strode towards the door.
"I don't know. Somewhere far away."
"Will you text?"
She turned to stare at him. "I'll think about it."
With that, the door slid quietly shut.
It was a long time before he stopped sobbing.