I dreamt this last night, and turned it into a story.
Lemme know how you like it!
RxR! Enjoy!
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A couple months ago, we had gotten in a big argument. I remember that day all too well. It had played over and over in my head since then.
He was screaming violently, telling me he was sick of all the crap. He told me I was too spoiled, too bratty, too needy, and that I should just shut the fuck up. I tried keeping my cool, but eventually I lost my temper as well. It turned into a screaming match – tornado vs. volcano, fire meeting ice, a tsunami vs. an earthquake.
That's when it happened.
He hit me.
A clear slap across my face resounded in our brains, ringing in our ears. He looked up, startled, his eyes wide as if in shock to what he had done. Time went still. Then, he picked up his stuff and stormed out.
I hadn't seen him since then.
One day, though, we were all together.
And so was he.
Our relationship was over. We were never together in the first place, but we were very close.
I knew he had feelings for me.
He knew I had feelings for him.
But we never acted on them.
After that day, I always thought I was better off without him.
We don't talk.
Or laugh.
It's like a wall of unfeeling between us.
As I walked by him, he spun around and pinned my shoulders to the wall, an angry look in his eyes.
He screamed at me, asking why we were so quick to judge him- that everything is not as it seems.
I shrunk under his grasp. His powerful arms were holding me by the shoulders.
It was the first time in months we had spoken.
I told him it was because he kept pushing everybody away, that he was an asshole and deserved it.
Everyone around us had backed up and left, leaving us in the clearing.
I had hoped they wouldn't leave.
He stared at me long and hard, a fire burning that I had never seen before.
His eyes bored deep holes in my heart.
His hands clenching down on my shoulders began to hurt.
I turned my head away, tears sliding down my face.
After what seemed like an infinite amount of time, he let go, cursed, and walked away.
Just like that.
Shaken, I sank to the ground, still crying.
My tears mixed with the rain that began to pour down around me.
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I found him a while later.
By my apartment complex.
He was lighting a cigarette. I swiped it out of his hand and crushed it underneath my foot.
I took him by the hand and told him we needed to talk.
Begrudgingly he followed me to the upstairs of a local arcade. Most people didn't even know that the place even existed.
It was deserted when we got there.
We sat down at a table.
A long silence passed.
Then I asked him why.
Why had he changed from the person I could confide in, trust, and love to a stranger I didn't recognize?
He said that it was time for him to take a different path.
His words cut me like a blade.
I didn't listen to whatever else he said until he mentioned a girl.
And how she made everything he was okay.
How she justified everything.
At that moment my heart ceased to beat.
It was taken out of my chest, ripped apart, and then thrown on the ground and stomped to pieces.
Just like his cigarette butt.
My mind and body went numb.
He got up to leave. Was that a flicker of emotion that registered in his eyes?
Regret?
Sadness?
Longing?
Whatever it was, it was gone as soon as it came.
His eyes resumed their cold, hard look.
They used to be warm and soft.
He had changed so much.
He told me that we were too different, that times had changed.
He lit up a cigarette and without another word, left me alone.
I stared at the door from which he had left from for a long time after he was gone.
Suddenly, I leaned back in my chair and finally let my emotions consume me.
…
I made a vow to myself that day.
Someday,
I'll get him back.