I started to cry, the way home from his house. Walking the whole way. I left a note. He's screwed, and he knows it. As for me, its a turning point. Its over as far as I can see. The note: 'I'm a hypocrite? At least I'm not a liar'. I placed it amongst all the evidence I found, in a pile in his room. Now mum wont be able to have her nice lunch tomorrow. I feel bad. I'll try and make it up to her. Tonight I wont answer my phone when he calls. I'll press the reject button in fact. I'm not hurt so much as angry. I'm not surprised either. We'll see where this takes us. It was just a sign. Another sign, showing the light. We can't even be friends now.