My heart aches for you [COMPLETED]

✩ Praying to the stars ✩

After a while, you run out of money. You just decided on a whim that you'll move in with your brother.

He's been calling you nonstop, everyday, since the purple rain.

Begging you to move in with him or with your parents.

It's probably better that way, since you'd be with family, and you'd be safer.

You just need to get your things from Miguel's apartment.

You pace in front of his place, contemplating whether or not you should knock.

You pray to the stars that he isn't home, you just decide to rip the bandage off and knock.

~knock, knock~

No answer, you let out a sigh of relief and pull out the key he gave you.

You unlock the apartment and go in, you slowly open the door. "Miguel..?"

Silence.

You open the door fully and go inside, you go into the room that you and Miguel once shared.

Going through the drawers and getting your things, jewelry, perfume, clothes, makeup.

Whatever you had there, you took it all, as if you never lived there with him.

You notice the bed was fixed. He had water with ice on the dresser, he was sleeping on your side.

You pick up the cup and wipe the water ring away, you get a coaster and place the cup on top.

You pull out the shoe box you had under the bed and put it in your bag.

That's when you notice, his pillow smells like your perfume.

You sit still staring at the pillow, you feel terrible. Guilt consuming you quickly as you try to get back up.

You just feel tired.

If you're going to leave New York, you'll have to at least write a note to him.

Though you were sure he was watching, somehow. You pull out a notepad and pen and start pouring your heart out.

Before deciding to scribble all over it. You rewrite and rewrite and rewrite the note, over and over again.

Frustrated that you cannot express your emotions, that you won't ever be able to express how you feel for him.

You cry into your note pad for a bit but you get up and leave his apartment.

You leave the keys he let you have on the dining room table, before slowly closing the door.

Even though it wasn't long, the moments you shared with him will forever be in your heart.

You finally decide to be the more mature person and leave that horrible situation that you put yourself in.

That you created.

It's better for both of you, you know that you never loved him and you know that it will never go past dopamine between you two.

8 months with Miguel, now a new life without Miguel.