I'm falling
She keeps her gaze fixated on the ground, in hopes that he won't notice the tears brimming her eyes.
"Christina, look at me." He said softly, almost like he was trying to take back all the pain he had made her endure.
Every bruise, every break, but she knew it was part of his game. It was the same each time. He would hurt her, she would promise herself that it was never going to happen again, that she was leaving, but the only thing that kept her back, was him. She loved him with all her heart.
"Christina. Please." He whispered, his fingers grazing over the purple bruises on her forearm, making her flinch.
"Look at me." He said louder. She held back a sob as she slowly lifted her gaze. The first thing she saw.
His eyes.
The colour of the ocean, after a storm. The eyes she looked into at that moment, were the eyes she fell in love with. As he holds her gaze, she feels herself growing weaker, vulnerable, frail. He had that effect on her. He knew he did.
"Forgive me, Christina. I'm sorry." The words flow so easily off his tongue. It's like he rehearses it in the mirror, so he can get it just right.
She looks down to her left hand, the gold ring shining in the crepuscular light. When she was little, she always thought she would marry a man who would love her, treat her right, but now here she is. Beaten and bruised. Broken beyond repair. Worst of all, he knows this, and takes pleasure in it.
Even with his promising voice, and reassuring words, she knows he's lying.
She nods.
She's never felt so alone.
He's a monster. The kind that haunts every inch of a nightmare. But hers, hers is very real. Her monster doesn't only haunt her nightmares, he invades her happiest dreams, giving her promises, that are impossible to keep, for a person like him.
His hands trail to her cheek, brushing over a cut. She cries our in pain and he smirks, knowing he's won.
He turns around and leaves, once again.
Now all that's left, is a broken girl.
She collapses to the ground. Her whole body is in pain, every molecule screaming for help. With the last ounce of strength she has, she lifts her body off the floor. She's already dead inside. All she is, is a beating heart. She can't feel the pain anymore. She can't feel her broken bones, bruises, cuts, anything. She's a living ghost.
She opens her window and looks down. She can see the whole city. She wonders how long it would take for her body to hit the pavement, hundreds of feet below her.
She places her ring on the coffee table next to her. She hopes that he will always remember how much she loved him. He meant the world to her.
"ill finally be free"
She leaned over the edge, looking at the streets below. In one swift movement, she leaned out the window, gracefully falling like a leaf in autumn. As she's falling through the air, she doesn't regret it one bit. In fact, she's wishing she'd done it years earlier.
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