But Love Will Always Be Just A Game//Romance Shorts

Hurt

I walk into my home on Pine Street, in England's most dull town.

Nothing ever happens here.

It's just a sad, sad town full of sad, sad people.

Theres Mr. Lewis's tiny grocery store, a church, Pine Crest High school, and a broken down playground that is always vacant. That's about it.

No one says hi to each other as they pass by on the sidewalk. It's like Pine Crest is in a bubble, isolating us from the real world full of magical things. We are all trapped in a black and white life.

He was my escape.

My escape from my miserable, monotonous life.

He was my streak of color, my flashlight.

Until today.

Today started like any other. I went to school, him being the motivation, and saw him while walking down the dreary hallway. We both stopped and stared into each other eyes, while the rest of the students went into their classrooms to fill up there brain with pointless knowledge. His piercing blue eyes looked deep into mine and we didn't say anything.

I was confused.

What had changed?

Did I do something?

Am I the problem?

He inhaled deeply, then exhaled. He began speaking. But after the words 'I'm not in love with you anymore' came out of his mouth, everything stopped. I couldn't feel the cold breeze coming from the only window, I couldn't feel the scratchy sweater I was wearing, I couldn't feel myself breathing.

His mouth stopped moving and a single tear fell down his cheek.

Oh, how I wanted to wipe away his tears, and hold him, telling everything will be okay.

But he turns and walks away.

And I am left, with all of the strength and will drained out of me.

Then, I run.

Away from all of the pain, the struggle, from this stupid little town and that stupid boy.

I slide down my door when I'm finally inside. Tears start trickling from my eyes but I wipe them away forcefully.

I have spent my whole life letting it hurt until it can't hurt anymore.

But today is different.

It's unlike any other.

So, I stand up, brush off my shirt, and take a deep breath.

I will be okay says my brain.

But my scarred heart says otherwise.