Something About Him

Chapter 38: You left your window open

Cynthia's POV

He left...

...Without saying another word.

He simply left...

Leaving me standing exactly where I was, surprised, staring at the wide open balcony of my bedroom as a gush of cold breeze flew in, brushing past me, caressing my skin and the coldness of it snapped me out of the trance that he left me in.

I sighed as the realisation hit me hard that he actually left.

A lone tear slipped down my eye as I let myself fall back on my bed and grabbed the edges of the soft mattress with both my hands.

I don't know what exactly I was expecting when I asked him to leave if he didn't want to give—whatever this is that we have—a name or a tag, if I speak the way he does.

I just don't know what or how I expected him to react...but this is definitely not how I expected things to turn out...this wasn't even the last thing that I expected from him.

I didn't expect that he would just leave right away...in fact I didn't expect him to leave at all...but that's exactly what happened just now and I don't like it one bit...I hate it to be honest.

And honestly speaking, deep down, I expected him to fight for me...for us...I expected him to be mad at me for even thinking that he would let go off me...I expected him to give in to my wish...I expected him to kiss me and say that 'fine, we'll do it your way'.

I expected anything...but this.

Maybe I assumed my value, my importance in his life, way more than it actually is...because turns out it was way too easy for him to just leave me. For crying out loud he didn't even try to sort this out or to bring us both on a same page...rather he just said that...

If that's what you want...

And just like that...he left.

Maybe I got too far ahead of myself to even think that he would at least take my wish into consideration...to think that he would choose to do things my way if I tell him that it's either my way or we don't have anything at all.

I found myself slowly lying down on my bed and curling up into a small ball, my back facing the wide open balcony.

The weather was getting bad outside, which was now resulting into my room getting cold, very cold by each passing minute.

I know I should get my ass off the bed and shut all the windows...but I didn't want to because...

Because there was this tiny little hope in my heart that he would realize his mistake soon and return back in a few minutes...and I didn't want him to take my closed windows as a sign that I didn't wish to see him.

Minutes turned into hours, but there was still no sign of Damien and the hope in my heart that he would return and apologise taking me in his arms, was slowly dying.

It was almost dawn and I still couldn't sleep...I blinked and let the tears sitting on my lashes fall down my cheeks.

Will he really never return?

The mere thought of him never returning or never wanting to see me again was killing me and it made me want to cry even more.

I hugged my knees closer to myself to get some warmth of my own body as I almost started shivering, feeling cold while my eyes streamed non-stop tears.

Maybe I am being stupid...maybe I am being crazy to even hope that he would return when he left in a heartbeat...when he left without even thinking twice, which makes me wonder, was it so easy to just leave?