In the room

"You know?"
"What?"
"I think this is it..."
"Yeah?"
"Pretty much."
"Is it good? How are you feeling?"
"Better than I thought I would."
"It's curious, right?"
"It' sad..."
"Sad?"
"It's sad to realise everything is gone... all the feelings I built up in my heart are just fading away..."
"Hmm... This should be good, I think. It means you're getting over..."
"And what for?"
"What do you mean?"
"Now I feel fine... good! But what's the point? What's the purpose in finding out you never meant that much for me?"
"Well..."
"I just came here to tell you this... everything that we had together, you simply ruined with your lies, with your stupid games... And we had the best, you had my best... why did you take it all for granted?"
"I didn't want to lose you..."
"And I'm growing more and more tired of all this... I think we're better off alone afterall..."
"Are you sure?"
"No, but I'm sure you don't deserve me anymore..."
"If I go out through that door, you'll never see me again..."
"We both know this is not true...
I just hope that when I see you again, my heart won't bleed like this."