The Fic Book

Forgiveness

This short piece is by thecreator12, a Fictastic Writer. She would like to dedicate her story to her friend, Danielle, for inspiring her to write it. 

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She couldn't believe they were over. They were doing so well. And then he just started to drift away, unconsciously pushing her far out into the void.

She never realized how bad it had gotten. How she needed him to make her feel better about herself. How she would only eat when he was around. 

Was she too clingy?

She was lying on her bed, her fingers folded on top of her stomach. The white ceiling glaring at her. She hadn't moved since he left her. Maybe it was all her fault. Maybe it was because of her and her clinginess that he decided to leave. 

Was she not pretty enough? Thin enough? Smart enough?

All her friends told her that there was never such a thing as "enough" for him. He always wanted more. But she didn't believe them. She thought they were all just jealous, and besides, they didn't know him like she did, right?

After all, he did say that he loved her. Enough to give her a shoulder to cry on, and midnight trips to Dunkin' Donuts. Of course, when he said he needed space, she thought that "space" was all he wanted. Not that he would stop talking to her, or sending her texts before she went to bed. She thought that "space" meant a few days, not three months. And when she finally had the courage to ask what their relationship had become, he denied ever having to do anything with her.

What had changed?

A while after their interaction, she saw a new girl hanging on his arm. Apparently they got together in the "space" of time that he asked for. He never loved her. It was all just an act. 

It wasn't my fault, she thought. 

He didn't know what he was looking for. And for that, I must try to forgive him.

And, slowly, she left the bed.