Short Romance Stories

Love You Goodbye

I walk into his apartment, not bothering to knock. He knows why I'm here. He has known.

He looks up from his perch on the bed. His eyes ever-knowing. Guilting me to no end. He wears faded jeans and that old t-shirt. The one he was wearing when we took that road trip to the middle of nowhere.

Back when we were still naïve.

The time when we sat in the backseat of his car, opened the roof, and gazed up at the stars. The one where I first felt something. The one where I kissed him first. The first night.

He looks at me. Takes me in. Green eyes. Those green eyes are killing me. They're ripping up my heart one tiny shred at a time.

"Why are you here?"

The question hangs in the air, not seeming to come from the boy in the center of the room.

"You know why I'm here."

Silence.

Blaring.

His eyes roam me. I don't even feel uncomfortable. I stand perfectly still, allowing him to stare.

I don't want this to end. Ever.

I wish I could stand in the middle of this room for as long as it took for me to unlove him. For him to unlove me. Long enough for us to finally realize for sure that this would never work out like we hoped it would.

I'm brought back when I hear the sheets rustling as he slowly stands. His voice, rough as gravel, scraping me raw, as he says,

"Why are you wearing that?"

I don't look at him. I can't. Because I don't know. To impress him? To make him want me one more time? To show him what he can't have anymore?

Why am I doing this to us? To him? I know that even if I stayed, I wouldn't be able to bear seeing him. To look at him without wanting to touch him, to kiss his lips and remember what it was like when he was mine.

"Why?"

I look up into those eyes. He's gotten closer. So much closer. I don't want it. I don't. I need to tell him. And then I need to leave.

His eyes are saying too little. But I know. And I don't want to do it. I don't want to hurt him. He doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve someone like me, someone who's only going to drag him down. He needs to live.

"I can't."

I turn and head for the door. I'm not fast enough. He puts his hand on my arm and slowly lets it trail down to my wrist. I can't breathe. I have goosebumps. He needs to stop touching me or I'll never be able to do this.

"Don't walk away."

I need to.

"I need you."

I need you.

"I love you."

I love...

I'm slowly turned to face him. His hands are warm, his fingertip finding my jaw and tracing a line. I close my eyes. I try to catch his hand, but he lets it fall to my waist, pulling me closer as the distance is closed. He holds me with a gentleness that tells me I can go if I want to. But his breathing, steady and soft, is what holds me captive. I can't escape. His scent draws me in, and I'm stuck, unable to do anything but let our hearts beat together and feel each other one last time.

"Stay."

The pain is too much. My heart is already broken, and there's no way to fix it. He's choosing pain. He's choosing me, even though there's no hope. He knows what will happen.

And yet he still pulls my hips to his. He still tilts my chin up. I can feel tears on his cheeks as my hands roam his face, memorizing it. Mapping it. And I taste my own as he slowly, delicately, puts his lips to mine. I'm shaking. Whimpering.

I pull away. Maybe that's all it will be. One more innocent kiss. I untangle myself, but he tangles himself further. I tilt my head as he leans closer, shaking it and trying not to cry even more. I open my mouth, but he hushes me with a single sentence, whispering as his lips graze my ear, get caught in my hair:

"Break my heart one more time."

Surrender. He holds me as a fire is ignited between us, one brighter, hotter than any that we've ever had before. But slower and more careful. I cry freely now, tears getting caught between kisses, until he gently backs me into the door and slides my arms above my head with his hands. My sobs grow quiet. He waits for me to cry myself out. Then he guides my leg up his torso. The other one. I wrap around him and he's holding me up. He's not hiding anymore. He's mine. I'm his. For tonight. And we fall into insanity for the last time.

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I wake up early, as the sun is just beginning to rise. It peeks through the curtains as I open my tired, reddened eyes and rub the sleep from them. My heart is broken, scarred more than before, but otherwise the same. I look over at him as I pack my things and finally walk to the door.

Goodbye.

I love you.

I open it to a world of opportunities for the both of us. And I close it on the past.

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Sooo I'm not a huge fan of One Direction anymore but this song is cool and I got this from it, so I guess it's served its purpose.

Love yallllllll!

-Alex xx