Originally Posted by H_Grainger1322

Robert stood leaning against the table. His thoughts getting the better of him as his temper rose along with just a need to get things out. He felt an unfamiliar burning in his throat and his muscles tensed. He had given everything to Mariska and yet she seemed so callus and cold now. He had nothing left. Gripping the pot he had been forcefully filling with soil he picked it up.

Without thinking he spun on the spot and threw the pot against the wall with all his might causing it to shatter. He hadn't heard the door open or the voice of one of the few people who actually cared about him. No. Instead as the shards fell to the ground with the dirt he fell to the ground too with his head in his hands and tears, the likes of which hadn't been seen from him since his grandfather died, flowing freely down his cheeks. It was too much he had finally broken and didn't know what to do. He still cared about Mariska and those few harsh words she had said to him cut through him like a sword.