Until I Let Go

The day I caught Drake cheating for the eighth time, I went mad and snatched up the still-burning cigarette butt, pressing it viciously against his crotch.

"Just do whatever you want."

Faced with my near-hysterical state, he neither dodged nor resisted. Instead, he simply closed his eyes wearily.

His response stopped me in my tracks, my hand frozen in midair just as I was about to throw caution to the wind.

I froze, suddenly at a loss, no longer understanding what exactly I was trying to do. After all, there was almost nothing I hadn't done just to keep him by my side.