My apocalypse
That was all it took. One last glance and my whole world shattered. He almost seemed to smile as he said the last few words. "I- I can't love you anymore. It's just not possible."
He took few steps back, soon leaning against the old oak in front of my house. I could sense the expression of utter anger and bewilderment spread across my face. The words came but it seemed to take an eternity, "Why? Why would you do this? We were just starting to-" he pushed of the tree with his shoulders, the muscle flexing. " I..." he glanced at his shoes, somehow as if they were a poison."I don't love you. All of this," He reached out to caress my cheek, "All of it was a lie. I never loved you. I should have never even trusted you."
He was right. He should have never trusted me with the secret of his very existence, but that was his own problem. Blue eyes gleaming, I forced myself to look him in the face. His amber eyes seemed endless, emotionless. I tried to crack a smile, to look as disbelieving as I could, but I knew he was right. In some sickening way he was right. "Now, why don't you go back inside so that I can move on with-" The anger exploded. I couldn't keep it in. " So you can what! Move on with this PITIFUL thing you call a life?" I took two angered steps forward, pushing him back and gaining authority. "My life has been ruined enough with this... This secret you told me! I can't hide it forever and if you leave," I crossed my arms across my chest, "That would be your own issue."
He regained the lost authority. He stepped forward, getting as close as possible in this situation. Cupping my chin, in a very confident, seductive way, he spoke. "You won't tell anyone. You're too scared." I tugged my chin away. "Now why would I be afraid? You won't be here to do anything about it." I stood on my tip-toes, trying to compete with his height. Not my brightest idea ever.
The emotion had swelled between us until it seemed there was nothing we could do. We both knew we loved each other. No matter how well he thought he lied, I could see past that one. I thought I was the only one who could make him see himself for who he truly was, his family seemed to agree. They said I was his own personal angel, come down to set him free from the damned life he was forced to live.
He pushed me back down onto my flat feet. I saw how much that hurt him, how much he wished he hadn't. I reached out to him, almost forgetting the whole argument. Then I remembered. My hand recoiled as if he was the worst poison of all. The expression on his face made my heart go numb, it made my whole body hurt. I ached to have him hold me; for him to say he was sorry and that this was all a bad dream.
He looked me straight in the face and gave me a look that couldn't have been clearer; he really meant what he had said. "I know it'll be hard to move on, I'll have a hard time too." With a look of long-lost love, a look of true desire, he took a few steps away. Soon I heard the crunch o the leaves on he lawn, signaling his disappearance. With his back turned, he said in an ice cold tone, the words no one wants to hear. "I don't love you. I never did, and I have to leave now." He didn't so much as glance in my direction as he strode off. No last looks no last smile; not even a last touch.
The darkness soon over took him, and that left only me. I stood there, as hard as rock, but yet I still shook. I shook as if my own personal earthquake had caused my apocalypse. I stared after him, but my eyes were blind. Blind to all the love, all the touches and memories. With a shout of anger and total betrayal, I fell to my knees. The gravel crunched under my weight and I heard my scream echo off into the distance. I knew he could hear me still, an I hoped that caused him the greatest pain possible.
The tears fell, and I let them. This was the one time, when I didn't have to be brave; for anyone, or anything.
