Short Stories

I don't want to hurt you anymore...

His hands on my waist.

My hands on his cheeks.

Our foreheads meet in the middle and lean on to each other.

Our eyes closed.

I can feel his tears under my palms.

I'm hurting him.

My near is not good for him.

I need to stop.

Carefully his lips come closer to mine.

No.
No please, Jay. Please don't do that.

They try to reach me.
And they do.
This little touch that I get from his soft lips doesn't end.

We don't kiss.
But we just let our lips touch each other.

I want more.
There is no need to lie.
And he wants it too, I know.

But it can't happen.
Otherwise I don't know if I would be able to leave him.

And I really need to.
This time I really need to do it.

„I need to go now", slowly my lips move against his.
„No. Don't do that." he wisperst.

His warm breath hits my skin and it gives me shivers.

„I can't stay." Tears start to run down my cheeks.
„No. Baby, please."
„I'm sorry.", my voice cracks because of my cries.

I try to move my forehead from his, but as soon as he notices the smallest movement my body does, his grip tightens around my waist.
„Jay, you know that I need to go.", I try to move.

But I can't.

I don't want to.

„No, you don't have to.
You don't even want to.
It's not fair."

His tears start to wet my hands again and I position them lover on his neck, slowly caressing the red spot that I created some minutes ago.

I went too far again.
I couldn't control myself.
He couldn't ether.

„I'm sorry." I repeat myself.
I don't know what else I should say.
I feel nothing more that being sorry right know.

„No, y/n. This is not fair. You can't just go."
His whispers got stronger but they are still full of hurt.

„I'm hurting you, Jay." I try to stay calm.
„Yeah." a tear rolls down his neck.
As it hits my hand I get goosebumps all over my body.
„Right now you really do.", he adds.

„I'm sorry."
„Stop apologizing, baby.
Just stay here.
Please, y/n.", he whispers against my lips.
I frown.

Another tears fall down of my eyes and land on his shirt.

I want to kiss him.

I want to tell him how much I love him.

That I don't want to leave.

I want to stay with him.

But he knows that I won't.

„Please.
Just for a little longer."
„The longer I stay, the more it will hurt.", I try to explain.
„But it will hurt till forever when you're gone."

„Someday you will forget me.
And then it's gonna be alright.", I try to smile but even the idea that Jay could actually forget me breaks my heart.

I don't want him to.

I want him to remember me forever.

But he is not paying attention to my words.

„It won't stop hurting until it kills me.
Do you want that?"

I have to swallow at this words.

„Of course not."
„Stay then.
Y/n please.
I can't loose you.
Not again.
Don't do that to me."

My heard is racing.

My breath gets uneven.

I want to stay.

With him.

A shaky breath leaves my lips and hits his.

I'm seriously thinking about it now.

Why am I doing that?

I need to leave him.

I need to save him.

„I'm going to hurt you, Jay.", my shaky voice steps out of my mouth.
„I don't care as long as you are with me."

Of course you don't care.

But I do.

You can't get hurt.

I don't allow that.

No. That can't happen.

I need to leave bevor it's to late.

„I'm sorry, Jay.", I whisper as tears run down my checks.

Slowly I open my eyes.
I get up from his lap.
He tries to hold me but he's to weak.

That's because of me.

„No.
Y/n.
Baby, please." he cries while opening his eyes to check if I'm really leaving.

I am.

This time I really am.

Slowly I get up from his bed and make my way to the door.
„Please, no."

I don't look at him.

„Y/n."

Still I don't stop.

„Look at me."

I open the door and wait a second.

„Please, y/n. Don't leave me."

My tears run down like waterfalls.
I'm hurting him.

And myself.

This needs to stop now.

I go out of the room and close it.
I hurry down the stairs of the building.

I am still with him in my thoughts.
And look him in the eye.
Not like I did when I ignored his every pleading look.

Sadly I shake my thoughts away and keep walking.
Out of the building.
Towards the street.
I'm looking for the car that's waiting for me here.
But I don't see it.
I look around confused.
There.
On the other side of the street.
I don't have time, I have to go.
I have to cross the street.
I wipe the tears from my face and run.
No cars coming.

But the car that was supposed to pick me up is moving.
Not away.
Towards me.
I sigh in relief.

But immediately regret it as the window opens and a black think is shown.

This is not my car.

These are not my people.

I know what is going to happen next.

I take a deep breath and-

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