Amethyst threw herself on the bed. Covering her face with her hands. This was already enough, and yet he wanted to add more. "So this is it huh? Just one wrong thought and we're over?" Her starting to become ex boyfriend Andrew yelled. He waited for a reply, but the strong lump in Amethyst's throat was starting to hurt.
"It's not just that. What if this won't work out how you want it to? What if I never wanted this to work out?" Amethyst immediately regretted what words slipped out of her mouth. She looked up at Andrew, who has a throbbing black eye, and a busted lip. After fighting some douche bag who had been cat calling his girlfriend, this is how he gets repaid?
"What did you say? You never wanted this to work out?! What the hell does that mean Amethyst?!" Andrew began to tear up. Amethyst sat up.
It took a while for anyone to say anything. Just udder silence was enough. Until silent sobs started to come for Andrew. He was tired of this childish fighting, and so was Amethyst. Guilt started to build up in Amethyst. She hated this feeling. She didn't mean it, she promises, but promises aren't the thing here. Promises are the last thing she should bring up. "Andrew, I'm sorry. Please-" she walked over to him slowly, but before she could put a hand on his shoulder, she was stopped.
"You're sorry? You're sorry?! Five fucking years you had to tell me this. Five years of living together, of working together, of sex, of love and you had the damn nerve to tell me now?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you an idiot?!...or am I?" Andrew took a pause,"Am I the idiot? All these years of us and there was only just me."
"Andrew don't think like that! Please! It was just sudden!" Amethyst began to tear up as well.
"No, that wasn't sudden. It never was, was it? Well, what was it? The money? The sex? The feeling of someone caring for you?! What the hell was it Amethyst?!"
"Please, just understand it was one wrong thought! I'm sorry, I still love you!"
"You know it's fucking damn shame you have to lie in order to keep to this relationship going. You know it's a lie, when you have to lie to yourself. Ain't that the truth?" Andrew leaned against the wall, forehead resting upon it. He was beaten, tired, exhausted. This was not how he wanted to celebrate his fifth anniversary. Certainly not with a liar.
They both stood there in dead silence against the wall on opposite sides of the room. Finally, Amethyst decided to say something on her part. Even if she was tired as well. "You can't blame all of this on me." Amethyst blurted.
"Oh really? Why not?" Andrew asked, stuck in the same position.
"No, because this should've ended years ago because of your perverted ass! Sleeping with our fucking neighbor?! And yet this is all my fault?!"
"...your right. That was immature on my end. But it's not like you haven't done anything either. Don't you remember our little promise?" Amethyst began to turn her head, ashamed of what he was about to bring up. "Yeah, I know you do. You don't have the right to get fucking mad at me over sleeping with our neighbor, when you can't even keep one easily made promise, Amethyst! Do you even remember what it was? I bet you don't. Let me refresh your memory. At the age of seven we made a promise. That promise was the best thing of my life that I chose to stick by. It was to always love each other, and if one stopped loving the other they were supposed to be honest and tell them. You didn't even have the balls to tell me you didn't love me. I've been lied to for four years, probably even five! Do you know how much that hurts?! To know that my own girlfriend doesn't even care enough to keep one promise?!"
"I'm sorry. I just didn't think it mattered."
"Oh yeah cause love doesn't fucking matter! Cause knowing whether or not your girlfriend cares about you matters! You know you're a real piece of art."
"Go to hell!"
"Sorry, I wouldn't want to run into your mother."
"Fuck off."
"Gladly."
They stayed silent again, except this time it went one for an hour. An hour of them silently sitting in one room. Thinking, and crying, and thinking, and crying. Andrew knew what he needed, and he didn't care how guilty she'd feel afterwards. He reached under the bed, and pulled out a cold metal object. He held it firm, and checked it. Only one was needed. He reached inside of his pocket, and held out a black little box. "Y'know Amethyst, we made another promise that day. That if one of us couldn't keep the other one happy, then we'd cross our heart and hope to die. Well, I'm sorry I never made you happy."
Amethyst turned around to see Andrew holding out a beautiful ring, and as she looked up to his eyes, she noticed the gun glued onto his head and the depressing sorrow in his face. Before a second could pass, Andrew had pulled the trigger, blowing his brains out. Amethyst shivered in fear. As his body fell to the floor with a thud, so did she. She began to sob. Seeing the blood stained wall, and the black box in his hand. Amethyst pondered her thoughts. She wanted to die. She needed to die. This was all her fault. If only she had kept her promise. It would've been fine. Amethyst grabbed the gun, and put it to her head. She whispered to her dead love that she was sorry. Without hesitation she pulled the trigger, yet she wasn't dead. No bang, no fire, no nothing. She checked the barrel, and there was nothing there. Not even a bullet. She sat there, back against the wall, sobbing to herself. Please, stop. Words she constantly repeated due to the feel of her heart beating. She wanted the world to stop. It didn't. Maybe next time, she'll learn to love and keep her promises.
