"You don't even try," he said to me, disgust ringing in his tone. "You never did. I can see that now. It's like you don't care about anything." My stomach churned, but I kept a neutral expression. How was I suppose to admit that he was right? I knew he wanted an argument--some sort of reassurance that I wasn't truly this awful of a person--but I couldn't come up with one. We stood in a crushing silence. I watched as he cracked his knuckles and sighed. "I'm leaving you."