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"So go ahead, rip my heart out
Show me what love's all about
Go ahead, rip my heart out
That's what love's all about"

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Michael's POV

I want to help her. But I can't, everything I say, everything I do. She either starts crying again or she pushes me away. I don't want to leave because I'm awfully afraid of what she is capable of doing to herself. She hasn't uttered a single word.

"Rose? Please say something"

"I hate you." She spits out. Ouch.

"You don't mean that."

"You just had to go out and fuck everything up again right? The saddest part of it all is I want to hate you, But I can't."

"So, what are we going to do about this?" I ask her as I look into her eyes.

"I don't know, can you just hold me?"

"Of course." I reach out to her and she jumps into my arms. Her arms are gripping onto me as if I was going to let go. She puts her head in the crook of my neck and cries.

"I love you." I whisper into her hair.

"Don't say anything."

I don't know how long I had her in my arms but as long as she was there time passed and before I knew it she was sound asleep in the same position that we were in before. I would be a coward if I said I didn't want to kiss her lips or sleep in bed with her just so I could hold her in my arms a bit longer. But I fucked up and I know as soon as she'd wake up she would push me away. So, I put her into bed and kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight my love"

I leave the apartment and lock all of the doors.

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As I start walking out of the apartment the reality of it all finally sinks in. She doesn't love me anymore. My visions blurs and tears fall. I don't even try to stop them. I breathe in slowly and let out sobs.

Is this what I get for believing in love again? Is this what life is? The only good thing in life gets taken away so quickly?

I grab my phone from my pocket and call the only person I thought would understand how I was feeling, Luke.

"Hey man, can you swing by the J.P apartments and pick me up? I really need to talk to uhm you."

"Sure, I'll be right there"

"Th-" I'm cut off by Luke hanging up the phone.

I stand outside and after waiting for about 15 minutes, there he is. I hop into the car and almost immediately he looks at me, his face full of concern.

"What the hell happened?"

"Long story short I fucked up, badly"

"What did you do?"

"Let's talk about it when we get to your house, yeah?"

"Sure." I act as if I'm looking out the window when in reality tears were falling from my eyes silently. I ripe them away every minute or so. And it hurt to think about her. But how could I stop if every single little thing reminded me of her?

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Hey guys :( I guess you can say I got my first piece of hate on this story. Is there really too much drama? Is it poorly written? :( idk. I need words of encouragement because that made me really sad 😭

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