The wind blew through her ebony hair. The sun glowed in her deep brown eyes and he stared at the beauty before him. Stared in the disbelief that she was his. He watched as she turned from him and ever-so-slightly inhaled. She whispered as if it was painful,
“I’m breaking up with you.” He continued to stare at her. He had no physical reaction, no telltale sign that he was crumbling on the inside. But the truth was, his entire world imploded. A her-shaped dagger tore at his fragile heart. She sighed.
“It’s not you, it’s me.” That famous one-liner. That famous lie. How dare she pull that on him. She watched him, looking for any kind of reaction. The guilt was consuming her so wholly until she had to look away. She couldn’t lie any longer.
“I think… I think I’m in love with someone else.” Every word was another stab wound. He didn’t know what to say. With a final sentence, she disappeared forever.
“I’m sorry.” He watched her as she walked away, escaping his breaking hold on her. Another girl gone, another girl who didn’t love him, another failed relationship. Was he destined to live a loveless life? A lonely existence? Made to wander the earth forever in hopes that he’ll find the perfect companion to coexist with him until death? He finally crumbled when she was out of sight. His hollow mind collapsed. The dark thoughts of heartbreak crept in and no one was there to alleviate the torture. She was gone.
-Excerpt from a book I will never write #1208