Tears flowed from his eyes. There was no need for him to be crying; his girlfriend was saved, he had sacrificed me to do it. And he didn’t need me anymore.
She, in the short time he knew her, shared a far stronger bond with him than I ever could. I was just another scrap in the bin.
He turned to me. “Thank you,” he said.
“Anytime,” I replied. I would always let him take advantage of me. I guess I had no self-respect. Maybe I should go back to being a loner. I was always stronger then. Rather be thought of as a bitch than a wuss.
“I needed you.”
Now I was crying. “Thank you,” I said.