Fleur (Completed)

15 - quinze

(her) 

He asked me if I could help him look good on their first date

He looked perfect. 

He looked like he was in love.

 It broke my heart

 As I watched him look at her the way he used to look at me. 

The way I hoped he'd look at me again. 

Selfish, selfish. 

'Past is the past.'

 I repeat in my head. 

Whisper, again and again. 

In the end I knew, 

I knew I had my chance.

 I once had his love.

 And I left it wilting.

 He asks me to help him choose what to wear.

 I smile as I advice him. 

He looked perfect in everything. 

'It's time' he says, excitedly.

 He smiled at me, hugged me.

 Tears brim in my eyes. 

Be strong. 

'I'm so grateful to have you as a friend, after everything we've been through.' 

The tears spill over his shoulder where he can't see.

  I hug him tightly, desperately wishing,

Wishing I could change the past. 

Desperately clinging on. 

But he wasn't mine anymore. 

I quickly wipe my eyes.

 I look at him and smile 

As he does the same.

 His eyes shining with love for another. 

'I should get going, she'll be waiting.'I nod. 

'Have fun.' 

Begging. 

P l e a d i n g. 

Silently. 

He walks to the door and turns to look back, whispering, 

'Goodbye, Fleur.' 

Don't leave me.

 You're the only one I love. 

He left. 

The door gently closed,my whisper, 

unheard. 

'Goodbye. my love.' 

Only darkness took his place. 

Only silence. 

And THAT'S IT. IT'S COMPLETE. 

*cries*