Fractured Heartstrings

Ch 21

William POV
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But only now did I know.

Life worked in some heartbreaking ways, seemed to shatter the best of days and deepest of hearts. Sometimes so unpredictable, breaking every fulfilled future.

Another one bites the dust. I just simply couldn't conquer love. But I had thick skin, and hope wouldn't be slipping from my grasp so quickly.

"This wasn't supposed to fucking happen!" I held up my hands, slumping my body further down into the imprinted sand. Alyssa had to be about a long while gone, the playing scrimmage over going and ongoing in my mind.

Couldn't imagine what exactly my family were thinking at this time, disappointed, possibly heart shattered, or even worried. Although I doubt she'd even stop by for a farewell possibly for the eternity of years. With no bags or meaningful reason, I don't really blame her if she headed straight to the airport.

"Now I know, it's all over," I nodded while meaninglessly smiling at the high swaying winds and roaring clouds. Letting the sand tickle my fingers.

Took a while, for realization to finally sink in. Didn't sting as much as I would've imagined, assumably since I've already lagged through most of it over the span of a few months.

I willingly brought my body up, shuffling through the dust-like sand. Kicking small rocks along where I moved my feet awkwardly. Thunder in the far background roaring fiercely and catching my glimpse as I jumped over the unprotected fence.

Rain shortly soaking every inch of my body and the abandoned streets as well. Supposedly this is how it truly felt to live in the sense of loneliness. The feeling of unworthy and mind-eating guilt that only pierced my chest each and every tortuous second.

It was all so sudden, the best of days backfiring into the ugliest and worst. I clearly just remember kissing her with every gram of love and passion I stored in my-now-broken heart. Walking slowly and brokenly down the street where we met, the rain almost mimicking that day.

Only this time, I was the broken one. Hell, maybe this whole time I was just so caught up and amplified in the hidden facts. Possibly this whole time I was the stupid and immature one. No matter how convincing her magic-type of love.

The blackened skies and brightly shining lamps highlighting the night ever-so terribly. I honestly would've ran home, or maybe even somewhere else. But what the hell, I would endlessly stumble anyway. I always seemed to run far away, this time it was my priority to keep my will of doing anything else but running from the stinging past and pain.

I mean I would just endlessly call her, but supposedly now I guess there was no stitching to be done. I don't think this time I could refuse to just giving up, my slowly beating heart was shattered and my mind and hopes were fading ever-so slowly away from me.

I shuffled my feet against the pouring rain and shortly arriving storm. I glimpsed up quickly, only visibly able to see my family bundled up and glaring straight at me from the window. Concern and some type of sympathy clear in the air.

Supposedly the fact I had no young and beautiful woman beside me, frightened my parents to the bone. Only moments later did my mom shakily wrap me in her motherly warm hugs. Assumably trying to reassure me about everything.

We slowly walked in my home, immediately swallowed into a warm-filled hug by my true loving family. "It's going to be okay William," my mom told me softly, rubbing my back as I denied myself to spill any tears. I wasn't going to show how weak I was under my skin, but instead portray hope.

"She didn't stop by, did she?" My eyes wondering up to my parents and family, the dancing sparkle in my eyes long gone.

They all shook their heads, replying to the simple answer I needed. I shut both my eyes and let out a sign, "it's been a long night, I'm going up guys." Although it was really only around eight thirty or something.