Short and simple :)

"You are an asshole!"

"What? All I did was—"

"Shut up! SHUT UP!"

"NO! Listen to me damn it!"

"Go away! Leave me alone!"

"But—"

"LEAVE!"

I was pushed out the door and it slammed right on face. The bruises on my cheeks and forehead hurt. As much as I wanted to protect myself, I would never hurt a girl.

We had another fight and to be honest, I don't know what it was about anymore. It started with one simple thing and then suddenly, all my sins were preached before me. I was thrown things, her phone hit my chin. Her knuckles went deep in my cheeks. I wanted to stop her, hold her wrists and throw her on the floor but I couldn't, I wouldn't.

I looked up the clouds and they stared back at me with sympathy. I wanted to cry but they beat me to it. Small drops of rain gently touched my cheeks, it stung. I was cold, I felt helpless. I was nothing but a poor guy who was once more thrown out by someone I love.

But I knew where I belong. I had someone to run to every time I felt alone. The one person who understood me even if I do not say even a single word.

Maybe my girlfriend had a reason to call me an asshole, a jerk, a good for nothing guy. Because every time I felt like I had the world on my shoulders, I always come back to one person.

My ex.

His name was Arthur. Yes, he was not a woman but a guy. But just to clear things up, he was the only person I became gay for. He was an exception to the rule. I just felt so loved whenever I am with him and no one could blame me for it. Everyone wanted to feel loved and cared for. Like you were important and the world saw you as a necessary being for life to continue to grow and prosper.

He was my sunshine amidst rains like this; he was the wonderful tune that played in my ears for every shout of disappointment at me. He was the greatest good through all my worst.

So I did come to him like always. Sit beside him and let everything out. I cried, I wailed, I cursed and even if I hear nothing from him, I knew he understood. No one could ever give me comfort as much as he did. No one could affect me the same way. He could stop my tears, he could take the pain from my throbbing heart.

But then the day did not go on forever. I cannot stay there for the rest of my life though I wish I could. I needed to go back to reality and face the present. He was my past.

Eventually I had to leave the cemetery.

Wrote this during Theology class to prevent me from sleeping. Randoom.

Thanks for giving it the chance to be read.

Be back soon. :)

BTW, this is based on a true story. Except the gay part. :))