Glad You're Gone

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She kneeled over his grave, tears streaming down her face and soaking into the dry pale dirt as a million thoughts pushed and shoved through her already crowded he is lad. Her mind treated him as if he was the victim, factoring the idea that she was to blame, just like all the times before. She blamed herself for running into him to begin with, she blamed herself for getting too close, for even thinking about opening up and letting him in, for getting too attached, and allowing herself to be manipulated by him. Her mind thinks back to that night, a few weeks before. Watching him from the corner of the small room, right before he slams the door whispering his soon-to-be final three words to her, the same three foolish words that teased at her and reeled her in the first place: 'I love you'. She closes her eyes scoffing as she repeats them to herself "pff, I love you"... She lets out a pathetic laugh as a sad attempt to mask the fact that her heart was aching, pounding at her chest like a prisoner "No you don't"... "You fucking liar". Tears still trickled down her cheeks. She opened her puffy eyes feeling her sadness slowly but finally convert to resentment and the profound feeling of immense rage as she converts her gaze to the newly placed gravestone. 'In loving memory of James Sedric' she read, scanning the engraved words on the tomb, then driven by the anger she could feel her balled fist beat away at the hard dirt feeling all of her strength eat away, slowly turning her hard punches into sloppy slaps until she's eventually just kneeling there sobbing. Her throat trapped her voice inside making it hard and hard to breath between her sobs, no more energy left in her body to fight the vast heartache she was practically embracing in that dull moment. At last, there were no more tears left, and she could finally but just barely breathe properly. Right then, in that exact moment, she was just completely over it all.

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