Shadows of Revenge

7. The Last Goodbye

Yoko stood outside Faye's apartment door, her heart pounding in her chest. It was the last time she would see her, and Yoko knew that. After tonight, she would leave and never look back. Her bags were already packed back at her own place, a one-way ticket sitting on the kitchen counter. But before she could walk away from this toxic cycle, she needed closure—something that had eluded her for far too long.

Yoko knocked softly, almost hoping Faye wouldn't answer. But after a few seconds, the door swung open, and there stood Faye. Her hair was slightly tousled, her eyes dark and unreadable, just like always. That cold, distant look that had once drawn Yoko in now felt like a knife in her chest.

"Hey," Faye said casually, leaning against the doorframe, as if Yoko were just another one of her conquests, not someone who had spent the last several years being her emotional punching bag.

Yoko swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "Faye... I need to talk to you."

But Faye didn't let her finish. Without saying a word, she pulled Yoko inside and slammed the door shut. Before Yoko could process what was happening, Faye's lips were on hers, fierce and demanding. Yoko froze, her hands hanging limply at her sides as Faye's hands roamed her body, as if she owned her.

"Faye, wait—" Yoko tried to say, but her words were muffled as Faye kissed her harder, pushing her back against the wall.

Faye's fingers tugged at Yoko's clothes, and the familiar feeling of helplessness settled over her like a suffocating blanket. Yoko's body reacted out of habit, her lips moving against Faye's even as her mind screamed for her to stop. Faye was all over her, her breath hot against Yoko's skin as she unbuttoned her shirt, her lips trailing down Yoko's neck.

Yoko wanted to stop her. She wanted to push her away, to scream, but Faye had always had this power over her—this ability to make Yoko feel like she was nothing more than a toy to be used whenever Faye wanted. And Yoko had let it happen. Time and time again.

As Faye led her toward the bed, Yoko's chest tightened with a mixture of anger and sorrow. She wasn't even a person to Faye. She was a body, a thing to be discarded after Faye had taken what she wanted.

Faye pushed Yoko down onto the bed, climbing on top of her, her hands running down Yoko's sides, rough and uncaring. Yoko squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block it all out, but it was too much. The weight of everything—the years of being used, of being ignored, of being nothing—crushed her.

"Faye, stop..." Yoko whispered, but Faye didn't listen. She never did.

Faye's hands slipped beneath Yoko's skirt, her breath hot against Yoko's ear, but something inside Yoko snapped. She couldn't do this anymore. She wouldn't.

With a surge of strength, Yoko pushed Faye off her, rolling away from her touch. She stumbled to her feet, her body trembling as she clutched the edge of the bed.

"Stop!" Yoko screamed, tears streaming down her face. "Just stop! I can't do this anymore!"

Faye blinked, sitting up on the bed, her eyes narrowing in confusion. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she said, her voice cold and detached, as if Yoko's outburst was nothing more than an inconvenience.

Yoko wiped at her tears, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "I love you, Faye," she said, her voice breaking. "I've loved you for so long, and all you ever do is take from me. You use me, and then you throw me away like I'm nothing Yoko's voice cracked as the flood of emotions she'd held back for years finally broke free. Her hands were shaking, and she could barely stand upright as the words spilled out.

"I've given you everything, Faye. My heart, my soul—everything! And all you do is... you just... take. You never see me. You never care." Her chest ached as she sobbed, every word cutting deeper. "I'm done being your doll, your... your plaything that you pick up whenever you want and toss aside when you're bored."

Faye sat motionless on the bed, her eyes dark and expressionless. For a brief moment, Yoko thought she might say something, that maybe—just maybe—there was a part of her that cared. But Faye remained silent, unmoved by Yoko's raw outpouring of pain.

Yoko's voice dropped to a whisper, the weight of her broken heart finally too much to bear. "Do you even care, Faye? Did you ever love me at all?"

Faye looked away, her jaw clenched, as if the question was too much for her to even acknowledge. Her silence was like a knife twisting in Yoko's chest. The rejection was unbearable.

Yoko stared at her, waiting for an answer, any answer. But there was none. Faye's cold indifference was more painful than any harsh word she could have said. The truth was right in front of her, and it hurt more than anything Yoko had ever experienced.

In that moment, Yoko realized what she had known deep down all along. Faye had never loved her. She had never seen her as anything more than a convenient body, someone to fill the empty space in her life. Yoko had been a placeholder, nothing more.

The room was heavy with the sound of Yoko's sobs, and still, Faye said nothing. She simply stood up from the bed, brushing off her clothes as though nothing had happened. Without a glance in Yoko's direction, Faye walked past her and toward the door.

Yoko turned, her heart sinking as Faye's hand reached for the doorknob. "You're just going to leave? After everything I just said? After all these years?" Her voice was hoarse from crying, barely above a whisper.

Faye paused at the door but didn't turn around. "You're too emotional, Yoko," she said coolly, her tone dismissive. "Get over it."

And with that, Faye opened the door and walked out, leaving Yoko alone in the dark, empty room.

Yoko stood there, frozen, her heart shattered into a million pieces. The silence after Faye's departure was deafening, like the closing of a chapter that had been dragging on for far too long. Her tears blurred her vision, but she wiped them away, forcing herself to breathe.

This was it. The end. Yoko had nothing left to give.

She sank to the floor, her body curling into itself as sobs racked through her. She had always known deep down that Faye didn't love her, but experiencing it like this—with her own raw feelings laid bare and completely ignored—was something she hadn't been prepared for.

Her mind raced with thoughts of how foolish she had been, how many times she had let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, Faye would change. But Faye never did, and she never would. Yoko had been nothing to her, just like she feared.

As the minutes ticked by, Yoko's sobs eventually slowed. The emotional outburst had drained her, but in the stillness that followed, she felt something else—an emptiness, yes, but also a clarity.

She had said everything she needed to say. Faye didn't care, but it didn't matter anymore. Yoko had finally taken control, had finally chosen herself. And now, she was done.

She stood up on shaky legs, glancing around the room one last time. The room where she had once felt so much love, so much hope, now felt like a prison. But not anymore.

Yoko gathered her belongings, her face set with quiet determination. She wasn't going to be Faye's toy any longer. She wasn't going to wait around for love that would never come.

As she walked out of the apartment, the night air felt cool on her tear-streaked face. She inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of years of pain lifting from her shoulders, even if only a little.

She was done. It was time to go home.

For the first time in years, Yoko felt like she was free.

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Don't cry it's just a story and characters are fictional.