Letters to Her

[Short Story] Jealousy

This is a small short story/narrative I was making while I was at school, drunk in boredom. Enjoy!

P.S You might be asking why I'm posting this on this particular series...

cause' it's somewhat related to my break up.

It was as if time has stopped, the rotation of the world came into a halt. All motion ceased down in freezing time, a still image in place. I stood, watching the footsteps break away in the dawn of day, a soft chilly atmosphere surrounding the air seamlessly. I could only stare, slowly drifting in silence as the day rises, watching, disappearing,

Gone.

At the corner of my eye, a fading tear slowly trickling down my face, sorrow written all over the droplets, a tear that screams depression on the ground, reaps of death breaking silence, and glass shattering into a million pieces, a glass-made heart. There were so many questions that I wanted to ask, with answers I could never receive, because there is no road to run, no river to cross, no problem to face, they are just gone.

Three years ago, I was walking slowly on a wooden bridge, placed between the corners of two cities. It was 4 AM in the morning, no machinery heard below the moonlight. I managed to look around, a dark, sinewy feeling of the city, empty and alone. I sighed, thinking of my friend I lost a few days ago, knowing that there is no way we can meet each other again. I was jealous of him, jealous that he could go on to the gates of heaven and leaving me behind.

Jealousy took its toll.

I placed my hands on the railing, bristled and rough after all the bloody punches on the wall of my living room, a black eye formed after two sleepless nights I encountered, a hemorrhaging wrist after the depressive cuts over my veins. I looked down, seeing black waves of water surging through. I knew it was the right time. I knew people wouldn't see my presence. I raised my foot, balancing flat on the surface. 

"Goodbye world." I murmured to myself.

"WAIT!" a voice shocked me. I looked back, seeing an unfamiliar stranger raising her hand below the yellow street lights. She came closer to me as I stared at her, breathing heavily in the cold night. She lets out a hand for me to hold.

I accepted.

As I counted the days we have been together, I started to curiously wonder of what has happened through out lives a partners. There were so many good times and bad times where there were fighting and tears. Either way, I always knew her to be the one who saved me, who saved me from ending my life.

It was only a month ago when, after a small fight we had, she stopped. We forgave each other, smiling, but she stopped. No calls, no messages, nothing. I tried to call her, constantly, but she was always busy. I went to her home, and she was always away.

"Where is she?" I asked myself.

2 weeks ago, I received a message, short, plain, blank and a sudden. It was sent sometime in the afternoon while I was finishing off a job assignment. It writes:

Meet me at the bridge in two weeks.

2 weeks past and I was there on the bridge with her, seeing. "Is this the end?" It was 4 AM in the morning wearing her favorite black coat. 

The coat I gave her.

"I am sorry." she whispers to me, tears swollen in the pocket of my eyes.

"Why?"

"We can't do this all the time... I'm... sorry..." She managed to wipe her tears away before turning back. Thus I knew, the breaking piece of glass that I heard inside of myself, the roses that I have ever given to her, withering away, the pictures I have ever taken with her, torn.

The memories I held most dear, gone.

Now, she was a stranger, a distant stranger I never knew, I never loved, I hated. She saw me, tear rushing down my eyes, every broken piece dripping onto the bridge floor. She walked away, pulling her coat tightly within her, back to the city that was never where I stayed, or would stay. Her sight fading deep into the oblivion of the night. I looked at the sky, the moon, the stars, glistening. I knew how to cure my heart, how to avenge this broken heart of mine.

I could make her jealous of me.