Love Hurts
Sad fic here for you, this one's written from the heart. I haven't been having a good time recently but I hope this is worthy of a read, even if it's only 400 odd words long.
If you're reading with music plugged into your eyes, I recommend 'Fools In Love' by Inara George I think it ties in pretty well.
Well as always, enjoy!
Bella POV
I'm like a ticking time bomb, so raw with emotion I feel like I'm going to go off any second now.
He's gone and it pains me so much I can't stop myself from weeping. The tears have been saturating my lower eyelids for what feels like hours and the salt from my tears burns as I try to hold them back. I'm trying to look strong, I'm putting on a show, but I don't know if it's an act for myself or if it's for an invisible audience, all I know I'm crumbling inside.
I try to scream and nothing escapes my lips, I can't let my pain out into the open, I can't release what's building up inside me, my body holds it in as some kind of sadistic torture, making me feel helpless as more tears escape from my eyes. My pillow is soaked through, but I won't move, I can't, because the depression weighs me down like a boulder. The wet cotton pillowcase sticks to my face and I feel like I'm suffocating, like I already know I'm not going to be able to escape, because I know my worst fear has come true.
He never loved me in the way I loved him and that's what hurts the most, to know that your relationship was all a lie on his part. It stings because I never saw it coming, not for a second, but fools in love are often blinded by happiness and I figured this is why I'm in stuck in limbo.
I walk down the stairs and pass Charlie in the hall way, he tries to make awkward small talk as usual, but I have to make myself busy, it dampens my feelings, but only slightly. Cooking keeps my mind from all the images that keep popping up, the prom, the meadow, the first time at his house, waking up next to him in the morning, our first kiss, his crooked smile, the first time he saved me...
I scream without realising and Charlie runs in trying to find the fire. The tears are coming thick and fast, my mask has slipped and now the pain is seeping out of me. I collapse against the cupboards and succumb to my deafening sobs, unable to hold it in and keep it a secret any longer. Charlie bends down and awkwardly wraps an arm around my shoulders. I can't help but turn into them and sob some more.
The time bomb has exploded, but I'm wondering who now is going to clean up the debris, because I won't be able to, I'm broken, barely repairable.
Is there any hope for my own personal disaster? I doubt it very much.
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