Ragequit fic

She was cold. That's all she knew then, as she stood on the edge of the driveway, staring into the garage door. Her body trembled in the fierce cold of the winter evening, trying to fend it off.
She was so conflicted, not knowing whether to go find him or to leave. Had he been leading her on when he saw her last? What if he no longer wanted her, was too great for her?
What if he was a proud ass, so wrapped up in himself that he wouldn't think twice of her? And how angry she would be if he were like that, after how much heart and pain she had poured into him. So much rage, she might explode. Her fists clenched at the very thought of him forgetting her, just to remember himself.
"Bastard," she hissed, eyes narrowing at the garage door. "I hate you."

(unfinished... I think XD)