If only things were different...

He unexpectedly shows up in front of her house
He gives her a phone call: "Come out!", not even a please
He gives her a hug, but she feels no butterflies like she used to.
"Why are you like this?", he asks her as if he was expecting her to melt on the spot.
She looks at him with hate in her heart... "I can't believe he allowed us to drift apart."
They stand and talk, she's actually listening to him but her mind is somewhere else.
"Give me a kiss?", he asks her
"No"
They sit outside and talk, she wants answers.
Why? why? why?
He thinks its a joke
She says something wrong, he kicks her, punches her in the stomach and there she slams against the wall.
"You shivering, come we go and sit in my car."
She walks to the passenger seat with slight pain.
She pulls herself together and gets in the car.
He's trying to show off with the new sound system in his car.
He says that he missed her.
Those words means nothing to her.
"I still can't believe you did that."
She then thinks back to the few seconds ago that she felt the kick he gave her.
She sits there wondering why he came in the first place.
After all the blame and hurt, she thinks to herself...

"Things will never be the same again...."