one night // colby brock

eighty five | closing doors.

Ronnie's POV

It was unbearable.

Listening to him cry,

All of last night and then right now.

Underneath my ladders.

He sounded broken and hurt.

I had to give us a break.

For me.

I needed to find who I was without Colby,

I was independent without him but now I run to him with every little problem.

I need to fight my own battles and deal with my own problems.

I can't depend on him forever,

He has a life too and I refuse to be a burden.

Someone he feels forced to help because we are engaged.

I don't want that.

I want the relationship to be balanced,

Balance is healthy.

Uneven weights are not.

I kept hearing his phone notifications go off and his fingers tapping on the screen.

Who was he texting?

I wanted to know so bad but,

I wasn't in the position to know anymore.

He probably hated me.

Hated me for crashing his car.

Hates me for running away from his when he tried to love me.

He most likely never wants to talk to me again,

I know that if I was him I wouldn't.

I had to have closure.

I needed to speak to him.

I unhooked the lock on the floor and let go of the ladders.

They banged onto the floor and I climbed down.

Zipping up my hoodie and walking down the hall.

I swear he was right beneath me just a second ago,

And now he has just banished.

I walked to our room and to see the door wide open.

He never leaves his door open.

I ran into the room, looking around.

All of my clothes were hung up but splatters of his remained.

The bed was made and his computer was gone.

The room was clean and most sights of Colby were gone.

Then it clicked,

"No no no" I mumble to myself and start to panic.

I run out of the room and down the hallway.

Down the stairs and to the door.

I flung it open to see Brennen's white car driving away.

No.

This can't be happening.

He can't be leaving.

He didn't say goodbye.

He is leaving me and he didnt even say goodbye.

I turned around to head inside for me phone so I could call him.

But since I did run out of the door in spur of the moment,

I left my keys on the hook.

I locked myself out.

This day just kept getting better.

I couldn't hold it back anymore.

I said I would cry because I had to be strong.

But I felt weak and defeated.

I leaned my back up against the door and slid down.

He was gone,

And I didn't know if he was coming back.

The last thing I remember was crying my eyes out then falling asleep.

Frankly,

I never wanted to wake up.