Losing the "Together"
Hey! This is my second fanfiction story ok! I got this idea from one of my friends break up. Don't tell her. Shhh!
The characters are:
Rouge:18
Knuckles:20
Well, actually, Knuckles doesn't come out here but he is included.
"So does this mean you want to break up?"I asked softly, hoping my question would go unanswered. That is how it all began, well, ended. The months of two of us had shared were some of the happiest, hardest and most educational months I ever experienced. It seemed impossible that this was the last conversation we would have as Knuckles and Rouge, the couple.
I had ignored the fact that the majority of relationships do not last. I guess, in the back of my mind, I always thought that Knuckles was the only boy I would ever have these feelings for, that he was the only boy who would understand me. I never took into account that the last month of our relationship was one of the hardest times I had ever gone through. It just stopped being fun. It stopped being about us being together and started to be about everything that surrounded him and me.
The next day, I tried looking great to make him see what he had given up. I even tried to talk to him like my heart wasn't aching, like I was better off and even happier. But inside I looked at him and could only see all the love and time I had given and all the hurt I had received. I walked around in a complete daze and cried myself to sleep every night. He was the only thing I thought about, dreamt about and talked about. I drove my friends crazy by constantly analyzing the situation. How could it have ended? I found my other half when I was with him. I felt like something had been torn from me, like I was no longer whole.
One night, I couldn't stand it. I gave up and called him. I didn't last five minutes before Ibroke down and started crying. I told him I had forgotten how to be myself, and that I needed him. I didn't know how to be Rouge without Knuckles. We had been through so much together that I could not imagine getting through this on my own. He told me that he would always care for me, but that it had become impossible to love me.
For weeks I couldn't see him with other girls without thinking that they were dating. I threw myself at different guys.
I don't know at exactly what point things started to change. I began spending time with my friends. I went to work on special missions. I was doing all I could to stay busy.
Slowly I began to have fun by myself, without Knuckles. Beyond that, I discovered things I liked doing, ways I could be of help. I lent a sympathetic
ear to others who were hurting.
I began to smile and, finally, to laugh again. Whole days would pass without a thought of Knuckles. I would see him and wave. I was not ready to be friends with him. I was still healing. But I know I didn't cover a big wound with a Band-Aid and forget about it. I let the wound heal itself and felt enough pain to know that I had truly cared for him.
In my rebound stage, I pursued a lot of guys. Once I healed, they pursed me. The wonderful thing that happened was that I learned how to be a whole new person, not half a couple. I'm in a new relationship now, with Shadow, and eventually we will probably break up, and it will be hard, and I will cry and feel just as much, if not more, pain. But I had to ask myself if never caring for someone so that I wouldn't feel that hurt was worth it. I know now that the famous quote is true. "Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."Because no matter what, loving yourself can heal anything.
Well, that's it. Hope you like it!:)