She could still remember what he said. The tone of his voice. The way he looked at her. Discussed. He didn’t love her. He never loved her. So how could she have let him down? How was this her fault? They both knew what happened. Why it happened. She could have stopped it. She knew she could have. But if she had the chance, would she? Would she have left everything to protect what’s already been broken?
Though she knew it had ended, nothing could stop the sultry tears from pouring down her hot face. She still wanted to save it. The last of his love. A shriek of terror. This was the end of her. She couldn’t take it. The unbearable pain. Her heart. She let him break her heart. The one thing she had left. The one thing she needed. He broke it. Ripped it out of her chest, and thrown it into a volcano. Still feeling the burning pain. Her heart is gone. She is gone.
4 comments:
Wow, this was really depressing. And really good at the same time.
I really liked this. It was sad and depressing, and at the same time it was really good.
I like this, portrays what Feels are felt. Very interesting, and it is discriblbed in a way to where we can understand, which is hard to do. Bravo!
For some reason this makes me think of that one pop song from last year. You know the one. “We don’t talk anymore” or something like that. Kinda sad...
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