I've Let Go

There I stood facing him with tears in my eyes. What I was hoping to not be true and, telling myself it wasn't true, was actually true.

The only thing he could say was 'I'm sorry.' I just nodded and looked down.

My heart broke into, what seemed like, a million tiny pieces.

I looked up slowly and tried to blink away the tears in my eyes. 'I'm sorry.' I heard him say again.

I'm so tired of hearing 'I'm sorry.' That's all he's ever says when he does something wrong.

"I know...me too." I said in almost a whisper.

"I never meant to hurt you." He said softly.

I looked down at the floor. I didn't want to hear 'I'm sorry' anymore.

"I-" He said as I cut him off.

"I have to go." I turned around and walked out the front door. I walked a little ways down the driveway and got into my car.

As soon as I pulled out onto the road, the tears I had tried to blink away had started to fall.

The one person who I thought would never hurt me, had hurt me more than anyone ever could.

When I got home I layed the car keys down on the coffee table in the livingroom and then I slowly made my way up the stairs to the bedroom.

I slipped off my shoes and crawled under the blankets and cried even more.

How could he do that to me? I thought to myself. After everything, why did he have to do that?

A few more questions ran through my mind before I had cried myself to sleep.

It was about 2:20am when I had woke up.

I walked into the bathroom, turned the light on and faced the mirror. There were little rivers of black where my mascara had stained my face and my hair was a mess.

I stood there and looked at myself for a couple of minutes before washing the mascara stains off my face and brushing the tangled mess out of my hair.

After that I had walked downstairs into the kitchen. When I looked up I saw the picture of Jack and I on the refridgerator and I automatically started to cry again.

I walked over to the refridgerator and took the picture out from under the magnetic picture frame and just stared at it as the tears kept falling.

I walked over to the rolling cabinet in the livingroom and wiped my tears away. I opened the drawer and got a sheet of paper and a pen and sat down in the chair then started to write.

After I finished writing I went upstairs, slipped my shoes on and left the house with the note.

I walked to Jack's house and knocked on the door.

"Rose? What are you doing here this late?" Jack asked me quite confused.

"Here." I said as I handed him the note. "Don't read it until tomorrow."

"What is this, Rose?"

I didn't say anything I just turned around and walked away.

"Rose...?" Jack called after me.

I didn't say anything nor turn around, I just kept walking.

I walked around until I came to a bridge. I slowly walked over to it.

I put both hands on the rail and cautiously climbed over to the other side.

I just clung there with tears falling down my face. There was no one around to save me...not this time.

For the first time, I had broken my promise to Jack and, let go...

The next morning Jack had read the note, which said:

"I love you, Jack, but I have to let go.

-Rose."

*Okay so first thing's first, please do NOT get angry with me for making Jack the bad guy here. It was just something that came to mind a couple of days ago. Second, in case you haven't figured it out, Jack and Rose are only dating, hence the not living with eachother senario. Oh and since it doesn't say in the story what Jack had done, he cheated on Rose. This is also taking place in the present time and is somewhat based around my ex and I so please no rude comments! Please read and review.*