Heart Breaker (Jacob)

To love someone is to have a strong feeling of affection for them. It can be expressed through small acts of love and affection. Knowing the other significant person cares for you as much as you care for them can give you great joy. You want to spend your whole life with them and they want to spend their whole life with you. The bonds of love are a strong one and can survive through the harshest of times and thrive through the joyous occasions. When you find that special someone that you want to spend your whole life with, you know that love is so precious and true, and it will always be shared between the two of you.

However, while that may be the case for most people, not all are as lucky. Not even I.

My romantic relationship started out well, despite some… misgivings. What I had not realised was that I had caught the attention of a very dangerous men, although he did not seem so dangerous to me, and I had to look beyond his… occupation – in order to appreciate who he really is. He was a man of great conviction and caring heart. It was not long before he whisked me away and bought a small house out on the country side where we lived.

Although it was not until a year had passed where things started to become a little more difficult and somewhat complicated between the two of us. He would often be away and I would not see him for days and even weeks at a time. I would always be worried because I knew how dangerous his work was and would not be sure if he even would return home. It was no better even was he was home though. It only started out as minor arguments at first, which would quickly die down, and we would go back to being happy. It only got worse though and we would argue all the time with each other before he would leave again for a long period of time again.

Finally… it had gotten to the point where I could no longer handle it all.

I loved the man dearly, and he would always hold a place in my heart, but I could no longer stay in a relationship where both of us were unhappy. And so it was today, he was home and resting, and I was preparing dinner… as well as prepare for what was to come.

"Darling, dinner is ready, I'm sure you are hungry," I sung as I walked over to the couch where he was sleeping and lightly shook him awake. He stirred slightly as he opened his stunning green eyes and looked up at me with a loving smile.

"Mmm love, it sure does smell good, did you make my favourite?" his deep and smooth voice questioned as he rose from the couch and stretched his body.

"Indeed I did, it is sitting on the table now, so take a seat and enjoy," I replied. We both made our way to the table and sat down to eat our meals. He seemed a lot calmer today as he would smile at me occasionally and made small talk as we ate. I was rather nervous as I slowly ate away at our food before soon enough we were finished.

"That was very delicious love. You are certainly a great cook," he said as I collected the empty dishes.

"Your welcome darling," I reply and make my way over to the kitchen with the dirty dishes.

"Honestly… I don't know what I would do without," he added. Those words seemed to have struck at one of my heartstrings and I reply with a nervous hum. "Is everything alright?" he asked with great concern as he stood from his chair to be beside me. I place the dishes in the sink and turn to look at him nervously.

"I…" I began nervously before I finished, "We need to talk." He gave me a confused look, not sure what I meant, and I guided him to the couch where we both sat down. We looked deeply into each other's eyes and it took me a short while to build up some courage before I let out a heavy sigh and finally spoke. "I think we need to stop," I finally say. He looks at me then, a blank stare on his face, and then more confusion.

"What do you mean?" he speaks.

"I mean that, I think we need to go our separate ways… I…" I choke at the end, and the look on his face, it says it all. He is hurt, the usual cheeky face pales, and he seems somewhat in disbelief. "I don't think we should be together anymore," I finish then as I could feel the tears threatening to form.

He folds his hands together and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and stares into nothingness. The silence is thick and lasts for a long while. I clench my hands together as I sit there and wait for his response. I expected him to be angry, to lash out at me, and then to throw me out. But the silence draws on, and I could feel my heart breaking with each second, but I knew that this was the right thing to do. Otherwise both of us would end up miserable.

"I don't understand," he finally mumbles.

"I'm sorry," I whisper in a meek voice and then he turns to look at me. His usual wild and cheerful green eyes were now that of anguish and his face was pale. I could feel my heart breaking more as I looked back at him.

"I thought you loved me," he whispered back, his voice cracking, and I could tell he was holding back the tears.

"I do love you; I will always love you-"

"Then why? What have I done wrong?" his broken voice asked as he held my hands in his own.

"I'm scared that one day you won't come back. And when you do come back we seem to argue most of the time. I don't want either of us to be unhappy."

"I'll fix this," he started as he held my hands a little firmer, staring into my eyes with his wild green ones. "We can fix this, just tell me how, tell me what to do," he pleaded with me. I shook my head slowly.

"I'm sorry, I just can't…" I then stood up as I moved away from him. I wrapped my arms around myself as a single tear fell from my eye and I tried so hard to keep them back but the pain was too much.

"And where will you go? You live here with me!" he shouted then as he stood up with me.

"I'm going to live with my Aunt. I have already talked with her about this."

"How long have you been keeping this from me?!" he continued shouting and soon it all turned into another argument. He was understandably angry, and I knew he did not mean any of the hurtful things he said, I just wish he would see it my way. This was never going to work. By the end of it we were both exhausted, and his anger seemed to have dissipated… somewhat. "I'm going out," he said finally as he headed for the front door, "I'll be back soon."

"I won't be here when you return," I replied. We both stared at each other for a long while, and I wanted nothing more than to run into his arms, telling him that this was all a mistake. I wanted to say I was sorry… but I had to keep telling myself that this was for the best.

One more moment… then he was gone.


A little something I thought up of. Just an implied JacobxOC short fic.

Happy Reading

-Midnight