Authors Note:
I wrote this story about a really tough time in my life. The story that I wrote isn't as intense as the real break up that happened with my boyfriend, however most of it is fairly accurate.At first this project was really hard to start but once I found an extremely powerful topic it was much easier to write. I hope you all enjoy it and are able to feel what I was feeling. This story was very emotional to write because I had to revisit everything that I wanted to forget. Writing about a break up was generally easy, yet I tried to make it more deep. Its really hard to write about something that hurt you so badly, but I knew that I wanted to write a personal story. Overall I was satisfied with how my story turned out. Those of you have gone through bad relationships or breakups, I hope you relate to this.
"That in which does not kill you, only makes you stronger".
-Abbey
“Do you trust me?”, she asked with the deepest sincerity and softness. However, she had asked this question a dozen times before. The answer that slipped out of his mouth each time remained the same. Inside she really knew that it was a lie, a lie that pierced her heart, tore it open, deteriorated her well being, and destroyed her precious image of love. Each time that she saw him the feeling of a broken heart faded. Just the touch of his face gently brushing against hers made it all vanish. Words that he had written her that she read each night kept her in his life. All of the nights out to eat, the gifts, the flowers, his family, and the constant reminder that she was loved by him was enough. Nights she cried herself to sleep, all of the apologies she had made, all of the words she had held in, were hidden because she was loved by him. Letting go was not an option.
The repetitive arguments over the same reason haunted her. They were glued to her brain, no matter how hard she tried to forget them. While the teardrops flowed from her face, she thought that this time would be the last. With teardrops cascading down her pink cheeks, each tear following the path of those before, the recognition of her remorse swallowed her already bleeding heart whole. There she stood. Alone, consumed with regret and blame, a self-deprecating weight crushing the entirety of her body and soul. “Why do you keep doing this to me..”, she barely choked the words out of her mouth. “Doesn’t this kill you to watch the girl you love hurt so badly, cry so hard because of you..?” The broken record tried to belt out the sound it should display, but instead a wretched noise was repeated. She wanted him to cry-to cry just like she had so many times before, she wanted him to feel what this feels like, to be hurt so unbearably bad by the one person you love more than anything, to see that miraculous spark fade and then brighten, fade and then brighten, to have your emotions be warped and swirl throughout a pool of confusion, to suddenly feel the prismatic colors of passion consume your body but then it freezes the moment your tears begin to trickle ever so slowly down the other persons face. However, it did not matter. The cement walls in which his emotions were hidden, could not be broken with her tears and pleas’. In another room, the girl knew that her parents could feel the pain she felt. Seeping through the walls, words of hurt bled out. Unexplainably embarrassed, she walked him towards the door. Just another bump in the road, she convinced herself.
When he picked her up he let her know how beautiful she looked, how stunning and irreplaceable she was. She wore a white t-shirt and the jeans he had gotten her for her birthday. Weeks before, the girl had warned him that if he looses her once he will not get her back. It stung him, those words that he knew she was capable of saying.
Returning back to reality, she still had him. That handsome, generous, loving, naïve, stupid boy, was still hers. As he pushed open her front door and led her down a brick sidewalk, he could only see the flutter of her angelic qualities before him; his girlfriend, looking unbreakable and sweet, continued to follow him hand in hand. Affectionate, passionate soft kisses traced across her lips, gentle hands caressed her body, beautiful eyes that glowed in the dim lighting, entranced her. The love that she felt was still indescribable. The love they shared and displayed was inevitable to all who had seen them. They looked perfect on the outside, but on the inside one person was dying. On the way home, sheepish words ever so quietly came from her mouth. She didn’t want to lie to him and pretend like a certain guy didn’t ever hit on her. One conversation set him off into a whirlwind of anger. All the while he was tangled in his own frustration, ignoring her, leaving her absolutely clueless, she cried. She cried until she could not open her eyes any longer. She cried until the never ending waterfall stopped flowing.
“I have had enough. I am so sick and tired of you controlling my god damn life. You are so ignorant to every single thing you have done to me. You..you..you have pushed me completely off of the edge. I’m torn..inside...because of you; part of me wants to stay with you and the other half cant stand you any longer. You’re killing me.” The endless ranting continued, while her fragile soul could not be controlled. Madness from within her heart compelled her, engulfed her sacred soul, and yet relieved her. “A problem is undeniable when the bad outweighs the good. No words could ever explain what I feel about our relationship anymore and how fucking hurt I am. I will never be able to comprehend how you can stare the girl you love in the face and tell her lies, while inside she is dead. Her heart, her mind.. is gone.” She was trembling; terrified of what was going to come. The young man slipped letters she composed to him out of his pocket and gave them to her. She looked at him with eyes that said it all. He could not do anything else to keep her locked in his prison.
“Leave”.
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