A Knife to the Heart
Emotions.
They rise and fall in waves, crashing against each other. They swim about in your head just waiting for the chance to come up and show themselves. They are as numerous as the stars in the sky, ever changing as the Ocean. And when they clash, fighting for dominance; it's quite a spectacle. Or so you have been told. But now that you're witnessing it you know the truth. Shock, Pain, Betrayal, Hurt, Anger, Fear, Hate, Disgust, Sadness, Confusion. They all flash through his eyes as he stares at you, no through you, not really seeing at all. So you wait and you watch. Hoping beyond hope that you see something more pleasant; such as, understanding, friendship, trust, even pity. You don't care, you just want, no, need proof. Proof that your friendship means the same to him as it does to you. But as time passes your hope starts to fall. There are no welcoming emotions in his eyes. You can't help but wonder where they went; you used to see them all the time, so much more often than these terrible ones. Did they drown amongst the sea of animosity? Are they fighting? Or are they no longer there? Whatever the answer you know it doesn't matter. They aren't appearing now and you know they won't. It's likely they will never make another appearance, at least not for you. Still you hope, you know it's useless—foolish even—but you can't help it. Can't help but remember everything you've been through with him and hope he remembers as well.
He doesn't.
His face becomes blank, the swirl of emotions hidden or maybe completely gone. And he finally focuses on you, actually seeing you. You look him in the eye and trying to convey all that you're feeling. Harmlessness, fear of what is to come, love for him and all your friends, sadness that it had to be this way, Joy that you no longer have to lie, trust in him to make the right decision; but above all hope, hope that he will understand and see the good. Hope that he can see all your emotions, understand them for what they are. You're not her, nothing like her, can't he see that?
He can't.
"Go" he states harshly turning away from you. Your heart starts to break
"Arthur" you say pleadingly, his face hardens at upon hearing his name.
"Leave!" He snaps his back completely to you know "and never come back" he adds
"Arthur please" you beg holding back tears "listen to me"
"NO!" He shouts turning back to you his face morphing into hate "not again, never again. You... You.. You Monster!" at those words your heart shatters "Get out of my sight before I run you through" he draws his sword, the one you made for him. "I don't ever want to see you again, you hear me sorcerer? Never!" he finishes snarling sword posed to strike.
For a second you stare. Monster? Everything you've done for him, everything you've been through was for nothing. He hates you, despises you and it hurts. You turn and run tears finally falling from your face. You don't know where you're going, you have no supplies and no money. You only have the clothes on your back, but you don't care. It hurts, hurts so much more than anything you have ever felt, and you've felt plenty of pain. But this? This tops them all. The icing on the cake some would say. In fact you would even say it hurts more than a knife to the heart.