A/N: Read it, review please.
Disclaimer: I don't own POTO, the plot's not mine either. Hahah. Not funny. Sad, indeed.
Summary: Erik realises that Christine stopped loving him. POV.
The Day You Stopped Loving Me
This day comes. No matter what. I once believed in unconditional love. Nobody waiting for the other to give anything, no needs of presence to keep the feelings alive. I was proven differently. Could be that time plays its tricks on me, but in that I do not believe. Time changes. There are things that change, and those things that don't. I hoped. Maybe I even prayed, a very desperate act of mine. The ease left me. Yesterday night.
People would say, "ah, that's nothing, maybe she just wasn't in a good mood," but I don't care about what people would say. They don't know me, neither do they know you. You stopped loving me, and I have to accept it. Ah, even now hope rushes through my veines, tortures my sins. I'm haunted by your face, by your voice, the voice that stopped its care, its loveliness. I look back on times where I shivered because of your whisper. You were able to make me cry without any efforts.
My naiveness protected me from seeing the reality. I should have feared this day a long time ago. I should have felt every moment your thoughts lay on my mind; I should have... I should have... I feel like a criminal for not having felt YOU more, it became so normal for me, your unconditional love. I should have known better. I can't give you what you need, so time gave you what you needed to relieve yourself from this battlefield.
Battlefield? Is love a battlefield?
It's ridiculous. I'm ridiculous. Now, I think about what a very wise woman once said to her husband: "I always feared the day you stop loving me would come. And now, it's here." Inside myself, I laughed about it. Now I'm the one who's laughed about. It's not a bad fairytale, it's reality. So hard to realise, but it hits you with its ugly face. How my eyes burn at its sight. And yet, there's something inside of me that died with your love. I can't name it, it was a small part of me, but time goes on and grabs much more of me. Time drowns me in a big lake of nothing. "It's life," people would say. I should start to believe in what at least some people say. Sometimes, they're right.
And yet, I wish you the best. From this point of view, time gave you the gift you needed and I couldn't give. Though it doesn't sound likely, but I'm thankful. Thankful for every moment your care and love made me smile, or laugh, or cry. Thankful for the time that took what it wanted. Thanks, time. Thank you.