Short Stories

Late

"I never loved you"
Those words cut like a knife through the air, heavy with tension.
Those words hurt me, but I'll never show that.
Those words hung over my head for days on end.
Those words, do you even remember them?
Those words followed me.
Those words they haunted me.
They tortured and tainted me.
They rang in my head every time I saw you.
You.
You stopped calling.
You stopped texting.
You stopped talking.
You stopped caring.
You.
I loved you.
With all my heart.
But you didn't care.

You tried to call.
You tried to text.
You tried.
But you failed.
It was too late for me.

You cried.
You apologized.
You were all too late.