On good days, she only existed. She was damaged at best. Just a week ago, she fell apart. I never knew how fragile she was until it happened. No matter what I did to glue her back together, she continued to crumble in my hands. Quickly did I notice that I didn't have all the pieces. Some, I believe, were lost forever the day she got the phone call. I couldn't imagine the sadness that she was feeling, but seeing her like that, broken, made my heart heavier than I could bare.
I carried the weight, however. She didn't need to see me cry. What she needed was love. But how was I to make her feel mine? I wanted to tell her that it was all going to be ok, but she's already heard it a hundred times from everyone else. She walks around the house as if the whole world was on her shoulders. When she hasn't spoken a single word, all I can do is hold her in my arms. I whisper sweet nothings that I'll never take back. Making promises of happiness. Anything she ever wanted, there was nothing that I wouldn't do. To the moon and back, I told her, to make her feel my love.
Her best days are my best days, but it's hard to feel as if you've succeeded when you can't change the past. I know she's tired; her heart is worn. Despite that, sometimes I wake up to find her walking around the house because she's restless. I know she wonders if life could get worse. I wonder that sometimes too.
I know it's hard for her to see, but she isn't alone. The house now lays heavy in sorrowful silence. Focusing on her, I would try to send a message, hoping that somehow it would magically leave my mind and find it's way to hers. I want her to know that I won't leave her. I'm nothing on my own so please come home. Please come back to me.
No matter how much I wanted to fix her, make her whole again, I eventually realized that only time could really help her. It's an ongoing battle and I won't lose, I can't lose. I lose the battle, I lose her. She has yet to turn back into her old self, like I've fantasized she would, but for short sporadic moments, I know she can feel my love.
*Inspired by various songs
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Romantic One Shots & Imagines
Short StoryA compilation of over 50 different short stories of the romantic genre ranging in setting, time, characters and point of views. They mostly feature fluff, angst and the occasional smut. Every story is unrelated to each other unless stated otherwise...
