This is a challenge response for Rosa's Why Challenge. Only warning is for sadness.
The End
By Karen
How could Ric just walk out of here without even a brief backwards glance? He is so used to the world jumping when he speaks, thinking that his words and thoughts are the alpha and omega of everyone's life. No. They aren't.
Funny though, he left here saying the last word. A simple, "No." That's it. Finis. Shit. I wanted a talk. A discussion. Something that would let me tell him everything I felt. I needed to say something. But what? We've said almost everything with just one word responses, brief glances, not so subtle body shrugs.
When did things start falling apart? It would be easier if I could point to one thing that started the decline. That's the sad part. There wasn't any one thing that made us grow away from each other. It was slow, insidious. It grew like a cancer under the surface of the skin. A little itch, a little glance to see what it was. But never acknowledging that something fatal was lurking there.
Not until it was too late. Was it too late? Yes. It was. The feelings that we started with have been rubbed raw from all the silence and the ones that replaced them are more neutral than angry. I don't want anything terrible to happen to him, and I hope he feels the same about me. Well, I wouldn't mind stunning him right now, but that's about all I'd do.
He is still the most amazing lover that anyone could desire. Sadly, that also went stale. Orgasms aren't the problem. We could pull those off even angry with each other. Animalistic needs can make you stuff emotions quite efficiently. What I never expected was the total emptiness. The feel of his heavy, warm body rolling off of me. No part of us touching the other person. The two of us lying on our backs, looking at the ceiling. Like the answers to our problems would be written up there for us!
Those times were probably the worst. For me, the after sex affection was the best. That is where you see the love in their face. Feel the lingering desire to keep physical contact. But that changed. There was no more spooning. No more tracing little circles on each other's bodies. No endless looking into each others eyes…into each others souls. The worst part? That would be the loss of the kiss. Kisses always punctuated everything we did. Hello, goodbye, good morning, good night, love 'ya, and on and on.
This will tear us apart, but the collateral damage will be there, too. Parents, brothers, sisters, friends. His business will change, too. I'll be gone. God, this sucks! God damn it…I never thought this would happen to me. We had been everything to each other. The perfect opposites…the perfect compliments to each other.
I don't know why this happened. We just grew apart.
With tears flowing unstoppably, I asked him if we could hope for a fix. A miracle cure for us. His response, "No."
No matter how many words we speak, the end will still be the same. It's over.