nightingale

She wanted him to stay.

The clock struck two in the morning, but she is struck instead her with the words flowing out of his mouth.

He had decided that he's had enough, he's been put through too much. She's been too much of a pain, too heavy to carry through his life. He didn't want to have her for the rest of his life; he opt to let her go because he wanted everything to be easier.

With each and every word uttered from the voice that was once her lullaby, her heart broke inch by inch and the tears were leaking out on the cracks forming slowly, growing bigger and bigger, threatening to shatter within the minutes, seconds even. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to feel. 

He let everything out, about how he has grown used to the fact that he wasn't contented with her and he won't be happy, and this tore the flowers from her roots. They seemed so cheerful, they seemed so full of bliss. Was she the only one who felt the sun on their feet? Did he even know that they had the sun and moon at all?

A heavy heart was making an attempt to hold her back, but she tried to argue that nothing was wrong and everything was okay. She speaks, but her voice cracks along with her heart. I thought I was enough for you. Please we can work this out. It doesn't have to end this way.

Nothing could ever waver his thought as he has made his choice. He chose to break the comfort of being at home with each other. He chose to hurt her. He chose to go off on his own. 

Rushing down the small steps of the stairs, she walks after him, begging him to stop and allow themselves to figure everything out, to put back the puzzle and make everything whole, imperfect but complete. But he just wasn't having it.

Just before he could walk out the wooden door, she reached out for his hand, her breathing uneven and her eyes streaked red. She begged him to stay despite being pierced from every word he has said. She didn't mind every arrow hitting her chest and any bullet aiming for her heart; she would risk anything if it meant he would hold her hand through it all.

All he did was pull his hand away, went to his car and drove away.

She fell to her knees, hands on her face, desperately wanting to recollect herself.

She wanted him to stay.