True Colours

A dagger through the heart

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P R O L O U G E

"Move in with me."

Arms that were holding him suddenly let go, breath that hitches and silence is what lets him know immediately that it wasn't the right thing to ask. Although he doesn't know why. Everything is going perfectly, just a few days until their first anniversary and he is so in love. They are both so in love. Or that is what he was thinking.

"I can't do that."

There it is - the answer that he already suspected but still hurts as much as if a dagger had been placed on his heart with this threat for more, scratching the first layer of skin. But he needs more. Now he also wants to know why they can't do it and secretly he feels that it is only getting more painful. He notices it already in the other person's entire posture.

"Why can't you do it? Don't you love me enough?"

"Actually... I actually wanted to talk to you."

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and turns around in the embrace, having to see what can be read in those eyes, what his mind is already screaming at him while his heart still valiantly tries to defend itself against it.

"Okay then, talk to me," he croaks out, his voice broken by the emotions that are ready to well up within him.

"Listen, we had a great time but..."

"But you're breaking up with me. After we just fucked and now you're holding me naked in your arms. Lulling me into a false sense of security. Is that what you want to say?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

"You're sorry." He repeats it numbly, trying to understand the words, to find some truth in them.

"I better go."

He can't even cry, although that would be typical for him in such a situation. Even though the dagger is now thrust through his heart. Slowly, painfully and at a completely different speed in which the person rolls out of bed without another word and hastily gets dressed.

"Why?"

"You know why. I told you from the beginning."

"I thought something had changed. I thought you loved me by now and I wasn't just part of your experience."

"I never said I love you back. Of course you mean something to me but..."

He nods, although he just can't believe it wasn't more than that. That he was really just kidding himself. That all the kisses, the lovemaking meant absolutely nothing.

They both stare at each other until the other person turns around. They only turn around one last time as they are at his door and smile apologetically before the door to his bedroom and shortly afterwards to his apartment closes.

The dagger twisting in his heart. Digs in deeper and splits him open.

His arms wrap around his own naked body, trying to hold together what's left. And then the tears come. His cheeks and the pillow are wet and he feels like he's drowning in it.

At that moment he vows never to get involved with such a person again. This won't happen to him again. It hurts far too much to grow out of your dream, more like a downright delusion. It's his own fault. He was blind, wanted it that way, wanted to believe that he was enough.