Plead with him.

You don't dare call him, nor answer. You know you'd end up crying.

You send him a message, though.

"Please hurry back home. I need you. Please. I just want to die... Come to me. I love you..."

You can find no words to express what you're feeling. The hurt, the need. You just want him to be there and console you. And you know that he's very, very angry. He certainly can be. You fucked your ex, or more accurately he fucked you. Like crazy. Until you're sore and covered in cum like a cheap whore. And that's what you're feeling you are right now.

You need a shower. And maybe a drink. Definitely a drink.