I’m giving you 5 seconds to leave,” was the only thing he mumbled looking out into the distance while holding the tent open and waiting for the girl that was inside to leave. He didn’t even want to look at her, not now, not ever again. He didn’t care if she heard him if she was trying to talk to him, he didn’t even give her those 5 seconds. Instead, he got in right after and started throwing out the clothes she was probably wearing before this “little surprise”, clothes that were pushed to the side. “I said I’m giving you five seconds to leave,” his voice starting to raise, still refusing to look at the girl as he threw out her stuff, one by one. And then the candles she brought in before his gaze landed on the polaroids that were spread on the ground. From the box. Something he didn’t notice when he first saw her there or got in after. So she didn’t just ruin something for him, she went through his stuff. “Leave,” he calmly said, lifting up the closest picture to him, a little memory. “Now,” this time he shouted after closing his eyes for a couple of seconds and then letting the picture fall down as he got up and turned to face her, finally looking at her with visible hurt in his eyes. “Don’t ever try to talk to me. Don’t come near me, I don’t want to see you ever again. I don’t like you, Emily,” he quickly added through a sarcastic chuckle, not caring if he hurt her feelings or not. Not really caring about anything. “Oh, sorry… I forgot you don’t know how to listen to people. No wonder Sadie replaced you,” was the last thing he said before holding the tent open for her once again.