Her vision was a slight blur. She felt the soreness of her eyes and the slow and rhythm less trickles of her tears as they slid down her cheek. She had attempted many times to wipe them away, but reached to no avail.
They just didn't stop flowing.
How long had she been standing there, crying and feeling pathetic? She had stopped listening to the ticks from her watch, unable to properly track how many seconds have gone by. She was feeling pained, a total wreck. Her relationship with the boy she thought to be her "soul-mate" had been going on for more than a year.
It ended today.
The goodbye was beautifully catastrophic. A perfect envision of broken promises and swift disappearance of romance. Or perhaps the absolute picture of teenage love coated with pure, bitter misery. It was a total disaster, what just happened: an utter pandemonium of shattered fragments of the heart, wreaked by just two words:
"It's over"
Spring has always been painted beautiful: absolutely serene and stunning. Flowers start to bloom and cover the fields of green; Color starts to appear everywhere, painting my surroundings like scattered rainbows that make me smile. But why did he have to say goodbye?
I want to say that it turned out to be a joke- that he came back, apologizing. That he wasn't serious, it was all a stupid dare, and that I forgave him… because we had been together for a long time, we had experienced difficulties, and yet we were together, strong... Or so I thought.
He didn't come back, nor turn around to face me once more.
I want to write that the skies turned gray and that rain started to pour, that thunder could suddenly be heard after: that the rain camouflaged my tears, and complimented the dismay of this moment.
But that would be pure fiction, all lies, just like how everything was up to this moment. The sky above me was clear—painfully beautiful. The sun shone brightly, and the rain I expected from the break-ups I saw on those romance dramas did not come; and from the clear skies, it was doubtlessly not arriving. The gods were mocking me, laughing at my loss, my pain, this painful stabbing I'm feeling through my chest.
You said that you would protect me from harm, and that you would always be there for me. You promised not to do anything that would hurt me. You even once said that one day you'd make me "fall for you".
Well, mission accomplished.
You've done that, and as embarrassing as it is to admit, I'm in love with you… for a very long time now. I have given in to your endless caress, your warm touch and your sweet words. Yet, after what was said and done, you broke your promises…
You lying son of a bitch.
I was an idiot to fall for you. I never should have believed you in the first place. I wish you are reading this, because mark my words I will definitely have my revenge.