Hello, I'm a French writer.
This is my first work that I write in English. I decided to write a collection of short stories, some of which are already posted under Youtube videos of classical music, I own these writings.
Most of these stories wil...
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"- We can't do this anymore."
His eyes turned to you, trying to understand the meaning of your sentence.
"- What?"
A lump formed in your throat as you repeated your sentence.
"- I don't understand... why? Why stop? Why did you make me live all these things called love, affection, or even happiness if it is only to leave me behind?"
The tears want to run down your cheeks.
Yet you hold them back. You have to be strong.
"- The two of us will never work."
His eyes were wet with tears.
Of anger?
Of shame?
Of sadness?
It didn't matter.
Seeing him like that broke your heart, but you had no choice.
"- I love you (Y/N), more than all the gold in the world, more than the best food on this earth, more than all the beautiful women on this planet, more than my own life! You can't leave me! You don't have the right! You can't do this to me! "
A tear runs down your cheek.
His heart tightens.
Why are you crying, when you are the one who stops everything?
Why, when you are breaking him, does he feel this vital need to take you in his arms to comfort you?
What spell had you cast on him, after all these moments spent together?
"- I love you too, with all my being, but I have no choice."
"- So why?"
He approaches you gently, like a wounded animal that should not be frightened.
His hands rest gently on your shoulders, and you feel your heart crack.
You'd rather he hates you than be broken when you leave, for good this time.
You'd rather he insult you, than whispers words of love to you.
"- I... We're not from the same world... "
He laughs.
What was he playing at? Was he trying to make you regret leaving him by warming your heart with his sweet laugh?
You pause your hand on his cheek, and his giggle stops.He extends the contact with your hand, putting his own on top.
The tears start to flow down his cheeks again.
"- Don't go, please. I am begging you. I will give the moon, the sun, the stars for you to stay by my side. I can't live without you, without your laughter at my jokes, without your hand in mine when we go for a walk, your arm around me when you sleep next to me, your gentle gaze at our dinners together, your sweet words at each of my nightmares, our dances in the rain, your hair tickling my neck every time you hug me. I can't live without you (Y/N)! "
He sobs, as your hair caresses his neck, as your hands rest in his hair, as your scent grips his heart, and as fate breaks him completely.
He tightens his grip on your back. It is time.
You had warned him though.
He knew it would end like this.
But it hurts so much...
You evaporate in a sad cluster of whisper last words of love to him.
His arms close around himself.
You are gone.
You will never come back.
His sobs redoubled in intensity.
He collapses on the floor of your living room.
His living room now.
Your smell is still everywhere in the space, in his mind.
All your clothes, personal effects disappear with you.
And with a last sigh, his last memories of you evaporate.
He gets up, wipes away a last tear, and leaves the apartment.
