Falling for Death

Apart

Ace

This was not how I had planned our night to end and this was definitely not how I wanted things to turn out.

I planned on bringing her to the club, I knew she'd love it, I planned on bringing her home.

I planned on giving her the necklace I had bought for her, yes I bought her another one.

I planned on going to sleep with her safe in my arms and waking up the next day with her still there.

Everything was supposed to work out.

It didn't.

I had a bad feeling about bringing her to the club but I wanted her to have a good time, and she did. We did, up until she went to the washroom. I was waiting for her outside and some random girl came up to me.

She started talking to me and when I told her to fuck off, she kept persisting.

I swear on my mother I have never seen her before.

And Harper saw her about to pull me in for a kiss.

Though I completely understood her point of view, I wish she would've let me explain.

I wish she would've at least let me take her home, instead of running away from me.

I followed her, to make sure she was alright, she wasn't. I heard her sobs and I could feel her pain. Deep in my chest, I felt everything.

I couldn't handle it. And when I caught up to her, my heart broke as I saw the look in her eyes, the tears on her face. The pain I caused.

Everything was finally falling into place and then I fucked up like always.

We're done.

Her voice echoed through my mind. She said it, she meant it and she left me.

She left me.

She's done with me. She wanted nothing to do with me.

We're done.

Goodbye Ace.

Her words cut me like a knife, stabbed my heart, shattered what was left of it.

It shocked me how cold and emotionless her voice had turned. The warmth in it when she used to talk to me completely disappeared.

I hated it.

But this is on me and I had to fix it.

I wasn't used to feeling this way. Because I didn't feel. Nothing ever made me feel, until she walked into my life again.

And just like that, she walked back out. This time it was willingly and yet again my fault.

It was all my fault.

I caused her so much pain, I hated myself for it. I hated the way I made her feel. She didn't deserve this. She deserved so much better than me.

But I can't let her go. I'm too fucking selfish and I'd do anything to take away all the pain.

I had to take it away.

I had to make it up to her.

She was my home.

Home.