Please don't go
A short story about a girl and her entire world leaving
He looked at me, I looked at him. When he looked at me, it felt like my stomach was invaded with butterflies, but... not this time. At this very moment his eyes could laser through my stomach if he wanted to. I wish he did. For the pain of what he is about to say to me, is much worse than a couple of seconds of my stomach being lasered off. His sweet lips that spoke words in my ears, that made my face flush with red. I could predict the next words coming out of those pretty lips. "I can't bare the silent game, SPEAK JUST SAY IT ALREADY" I thought impatiently.
"I don't want this anymore" he says. I could feel my whole world ending in just 5 seconds. I promised myself I would never beg for anyone's love again, but I could not bare the thought of our existence together to come to an end. So what other choice did I have? I got on my knees, begging. Grabbing his legs, tears running down my face like a marathon. Having dignity was not an option. I was not going to allow him to leave my life. No. I love him. He is the sound of morning doves peacefully starting my day. He is the scent of fresh linen from the cleaners. He is the sight of an oak tree, standing tall and beautifully. He is the taste of the salt water sea..., or is it my tears i'm tasting as i'm kissing his cheeks, still trying to hold on. He said nothing. Not a single tear in his eyes. He was officially checked out.
"Please don't leave me... you promised me... look my promise ring, see you can't break it" I say sobbing, choking on my own tears. He grabs my promise ring and says, "I am sorry I couldn't be the man you wanted me to be. but I have to say... there is someone else." My heart stopped beating at that very second. Did he just say, there was someone else? Someone other than I? What could this woman have, that I didn't in 3 years. He kissed my cheek, I grabbed his arm. I still didn't want to let go. Even if there was someone else, surely we can work this out? I love him. He grabbed my face, he gave me one last kiss. "I loved you" he whispered. "I love you" I whispered back. He turned around and left me alone. Just me in this terrible abbys of emptiness.
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