Murderous Love
I loved you with all my heart.
You did nothing but break it.
You didn't care as it shattered into pieces.
Because you're in love her.
I wish you all the best for your journey with her.
It was a normal day in the suburbs.
Everything was the mudane routine; people strolling in the park, a few cars driving down the street, and there's me in the usual cafe.
I call it 'the usual cafe' because I've always been meeting him here for the past 2 years. Things changed drastically after these 2 years. I've fallen in love with him, and the usual place has became the most favourite haunt of mine in this town. I meet him every saturday, to catch up with each other like how normal friends would. (Insert me n him relationship)
We came from the same school. That was 2 years ago. But after we graduated, we still kept in touch and met each other every Saturday. Saturday became my most favourite time of the week, and after I've discovered I've fallen in love with him, I loved it even more. How did it all begin? I grew to love him. He was the perfect boyfriend any girl would want : smart, respectful, sweet and tall. However, he did have a down side. He didn't understand hints. Or more specifically, hints that I liked him. He doesn't ever notice my hand touching his, nor when I put in the extra effort to actually look good. I let it pass, thinking that he would just know it sooner or later.
But then, things took a turn for the worse when he told me that news a few saturdays ago.
He said, he's fallen in love with this girl.
This girl was from his new school.
Soon, every Saturday we would be discussing about her. More or less. He would tell me what he did with her, and how he tried to chase her. Eventually, he did. They are in a relationship now. With each sentence he said or complemented about her, my heart shattered into even more and more pieces. But I kept on my false smile, pretending I was happy for him.
Maybe I was. If he could find happiness, why not?
But why was it not me?
Why wasn't I good enough?
WHY?
I never understood why.
Slowly, I drifted out of his life. He started to miss the Saturday sessions. He would always tell me a reason, like he's sick or something. After a while, I didn't hear from him.
That's fine. I cling onto hope.
On this day, I return to the cafe, only to be greeted by an empty table at the usual spot we sat.
He didn't come. Again.
I ran out.
He probably didn't remember it, and was too busy with his girlfriend to meet me.
I ran home, to my room. What else can I do but cry?
Something was amiss.
Then I walked to the closet.
It stinked of something.
I opened the doors.
There was a body inside. A decaying body. It didn't disgust me at all.
For it was me.
I am no longer myself.I am a shadow of my former self. I rotted from the inside. I was empty, literally.
I wept there and then.
Owari
Omg guys this one shot was inspired by Revenge: eleven dark tales by Yoko Ogawa
I just had this sudden idea to write it.
Please review! I would edit it later, cuz i know some parts doesnt make sense.
Mucho gracias!