A Painter's Love

Chapter 15

Bloody was so unsure about all of this again. He kept starring at other girls when we went on missions together and every time I'd talk to him he'd look down at the floor and blush hard. This went on for a month and a half now so I finally decided I had enough. 

"Bloody I'm going back home and never coming back," Said Allyson. 

"W-why? I thought you loved me..." 

"I can't do it anymore. You stare at other girls in public and when we're on missions you stare at other creepypasta girls. I can't do this. I do love you but you stare at other girls even the ones prettier than me. As well as you stutter and blush and look down at the floor whenever I get near you or talk to you." 

"O-oh.." 

(Bloody's view)

"...As well as you stutter and blush and look down...whenever I get near you or talk to you." 

It was true I did. I didn't want to tell the truth so I just say oh and let Allyson walk away into our room, no, my room and slam the door as I hear her crying and packing things and throwing/slamming things shut. I slid down the door, took off my mask, and cried there on the floor in front of my door. I heard her sit on the bed and cry there too, against the wall. I got up after I heard her sit down against the wall and walked outside and climbed a tree. 

I watched as she came out the front door and walked down the path to the well to the overworld. I just watched.  Didn't try to stop her or anything, just watched. I was done for. I couldn't do anything, I was helpless in the relationship so I just let her go. She was done with me anyways. Through with me, done with me same thing. I sat against the tree trunk high in the tree and cried silently. I lost her...