Walter x Henry - a secret love story

Chapter 7 - You broke my heart

Walter's pov

The days after Henry left the room that night were some of the hardest I'd ever gone through. I waited for him to come back, to say something, to talk things out, but he didn't. The next morning, when I woke up, his bed was empty, and I felt this sinking feeling in my chest. He'd been distant before, but now it was like he'd disappeared.

In class, he barely spoke to me. He still sat next to me, but the space between us felt like a mile. Whenever I tried to catch his eye, he looked away. I tried to ask if we could talk, but he would just shake his head or say, "Not now," like he couldn't even stand being around me.

It hurt. More than I wanted to admit. Every time he brushed me off, it felt like a punch to the stomach. I didn't understand why he was being like this. We were supposed to be in this together. He was my boyfriend - he said he wanted to be with me, but now it felt like he didn't care at all.

One afternoon, we were walking back to our dorm after classes, and I tried again to talk to him. "Henry," I said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "Can we please talk? I don't understand why you're being like this."

He jerked his arm away from me, his face hard. "What do you want from me, Walter? I told you, I need space."

"I just want to understand!" I said, my voice cracking. "I miss you. I don't get why you're pushing me away."

Henry stopped walking and turned to face me, his eyes cold. "Maybe I don't want to be around someone who's always so needy," he snapped. "You always want more, and it's exhausting. Can't you just leave me alone for a bit?"

His words hit me like a slap. I blinked, trying to keep the tears from spilling over, but it was impossible. I felt a lump forming in my throat, and my chest tightened. I hadn't been trying to ask for too much. I just wanted him to be close to me again, the way we were before. I wanted him to care.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice shaking. "I didn't mean to-"

"Whatever," he interrupted, already turning away. "I've got other stuff to deal with."

And just like that, he walked off, leaving me standing there on the path, my heart shattering into a million pieces. I felt the tears spill over then, my vision blurring as I stood frozen, watching him disappear down the hall.

I didn't know what to do. I felt so lost. I'd thought being with Henry would make me happy, that it would bring us closer, but now it felt like I was losing him completely.

That night, I cried. I cried a lot. I curled up in bed, hiding under my blankets so no one would hear me, and I let the tears flow. I couldn't stop thinking about all the good moments we'd had, how perfect everything had felt at first. The way he used to hold me, the way he'd kiss me gently before we fell asleep. It felt so far away now, like it had never even happened.

Henry barely came back to the room anymore. When he did, he didn't talk to me. He'd grab something and leave, like I didn't exist. It was like he'd built this wall around himself, and I couldn't get through no matter how hard I tried. And when he did speak, he was rough and cold, his words sharp like he wanted to hurt me.

Every time he acted like that, it felt like a new wound, and I didn't know how much more I could take. I missed him so much, the real him, the Henry who used to make me laugh, who used to pull me close and kiss me like I was the most important person in the world. But that Henry was gone, and I didn't know if he was ever coming back.

I thought maybe if I gave him space, things would get better. Maybe he just needed time. But as the days passed, it only got worse. He was always distant, always cold, and no matter what I did, I couldn't seem to fix it.

One evening, when I couldn't take it anymore, I tried to talk to him again. He was sitting at his desk, scrolling through his phone, and I stood by the bed, my hands shaking.

"Henry," I started, my voice barely a whisper. "Please. Can we just talk?"

He didn't even look up. "I'm busy."

"Please," I said again, my throat tightening. "I don't know what's going on with you. Why are you being like this? I just want to understand."

He finally looked at me then, his face blank. "What's there to talk about, Walter? You're always making things a big deal. It's not that serious."

"Not that serious?" I echoed, my voice breaking. "This is serious to me. You're my boyfriend. I care about you. Why don't you care about me anymore?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I do care, but you're suffocating me. Can't you just back off for once?"

The words hit me harder than I expected, and I felt tears well up again. I didn't want to cry in front of him, but I couldn't hold it in anymore. "I'm not trying to suffocate you," I whispered, my voice shaky. "I just... I miss you. I miss how we used to be."

Henry stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. "Well, maybe we weren't supposed to be that way," he said coldly. "Maybe it was a mistake."

That was it. The words I'd been dreading. My chest tightened, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I stared at him, the tears streaming down my face now, and I couldn't speak. I couldn't believe he'd just said that.

He didn't look at me again as he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door, leaving me alone in the room, my heart completely broken.

Was this really the end?

I didn't know what to do anymore.

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Author's note

I know this chapter was sad but I hope you liked it though!