"I'm not good for you" she said as the cracks in her heart widen yet the ones on her facial façade were almost undetectable. So, this is what selflessness felt like? Doing something painful now so that someone else can live a serene life later on? Her shaky, lifeless breaths came out in puffs of white clouds and as the scene unfolded, she knew that she would relapse into relying on the validation of strange, strong men and happy pills in order to fill the void. She was insatiable, impatient and sometimes intolerable but she wasn't a bad person; bad things happened to her, so she found means to find comfort in her pain.
"That's not your choice to make" the other girl feebly stated, standing up for herself was not something she did often, and it could show. Her shaky hands reached for her soulmate's while her sleep deprived red rimmed eyes overflew with tears, so this is what the end of one's comfort zone is like? Doing something uncharacteristic to please someone else and it's still not enough. She was complaisant, silently condescending and she sometimes condoned destructive behaviour, but she wasn't a good person; people just always saw her at her best and never when she was wholly consumed by desperation, despair and helplessness.
One awkward moment brought them together ...
One strike of the needle of reality burst their "indestructible" bubble and broke them apart.
A/n: a two part POV following the end of a toxic relationship that left both parties distraught and unsatisfied.
