"Fine." He replied, desperate not to let his temper get the better of him, and failing miserably. "You know, you've always been a bit of a bitch. I don't know why I thought I wanted you back, you're more trouble than you're worth. Fuck talking about it." He snarled, turning away from her and marching outside, breathing hard. He was alone here and had no qualms about punching the street lamp, letting the surge of electricity blow the bulb, not only in that one, but in the rest down the street. He was not about to let her get the better of him, but he had to admit that somehow she already had.