Heartache

Heartache | Chapter 4

I didn't expect Daisy to be wake-up this late but I expected that she'll be meeting up with you so it made my chest hurt but even though it's cold outside I followed her, keeping out of her vision.

 When we reached the local park I saw you from a distance, holding onto one single pink flower. You know, it made me cry because the flower was the same as the flower that you gave me on our one year anniversary. 

 Don't you feel guilty for what you're doing to me? 

Daisy walked towards you and you hugged her, she kissed you and you gave her the flower. She was thrilled when she got the flower, she smiled and closed her eyes, smelling the flower. 

 I know that I did that too when you gave me the exact same flower. 

You guys talked and talked, occasionally touching her hand and kissing her forehead. You two looked like the perfect couple and that angers me, we're supposed to be the perfect couple. What does she have that I don't? Maybe it's being complete. 

 I'm incomplete. A girl who was left by her father at a young age but looking back, my father loved me very much and left because of how difficult my mother became. I think that I'm an image of my mother, we're both left by the men we love. 

 You didn't leave me, you make me feel this pain and it's like you have one foot out of the door, ready to leave me and run into Daisy's arms. 

My heartaches  and I could feel it cracking but not breaking because I know, when you leave me and when I don't have you in my arms I would break. I would be like my mother, broken and the pieces left shattered. 

 I couldn't look any longer so I left, wondered home in the dark. 

 I bumped into a stranger a nice stranger, he asked my why I was crying and I was surprised that I didn't notice the tears. Even though I didn't know him he stayed with me under the light post and I told him why. 

 It was better opening up to a stranger than someone you know. 

 He understood and wrapped his arms around me, I felt comfortable even though he was a stranger. I felt safe. When he told me to go home I nodded and we both left, walking different directions. 

 I didn't get to ask his name. I should have because he was so nice and I wanted to thank him because I didn't get to. I hope I see the nice stranger again. 

 Even though he didn't know me, he understood and I'm greatfull for that.