S t i n g [2DOC]

~13~

"Hello, stranger."

{.⋅ ♫ ⋅.}

2D's POV:

I didn't expect him to just up and leave like that. Not after everything we'd been through.

I guess telling someone that you 'don't love them anymore' really is the final straw.

Still, I just thought that he'd come back sulking. I didn't even have a chance to make it up to him because I didn't see him the day after the fight... Or the next day, or the following day, or even months later.

It was as though Murdoc had completely vanished, forgetting about all his belongings and forgetting about me like I was just heavy baggage- a burden too big to carry.

I guess, technically speaking, that's what I was to him. If we weren't lovers then we weren't anything, really.

Living alone in an empty house with constant reminders of Murdoc does not make the healing process any easier. When I'm surrounded by reminders of him, how could I possibly move on? I guess that's one of the reasons why he left.

Even little scraps of paper with his thoughts messily sprawled on the page leave my heart with an aching sensation.

All I kept thinking was: Am I ever going to see him again? It's impossible to count the number of times I've asked myself that as the days passed by. It got to a point, months later, where it was almost impossible to live in this house alone. It was either: Murdoc's stuff will have to go, or I'll go. I simply didn't have the heart to throw away his possessions, so I packed my bags. It was as simple as that.

It was a rainy evening, probably one of the worst times to plan a big move. However, I wasn't really in the right state of mind to think otherwise. Murdoc abandoning me here was torture within itself, so I needed to escape it all.

I grabbed things at random (and I subconsciously packed some of Murdoc's possessions too, which pretty much defeated the whole purpose of moving away). I couldn't help it though, even small relics held bittersweet memories that were impossible to let go of.

I clutched my luggage and the moment I stepped outside, the cold blast struck me in the face, accompanied by needles of freezing rain. It was like the beginning of a storm, which honestly expressed my inner turmoil pretty well. I was just a constant wave of emotions, which is what caused Murdoc and I to break up in the first place.

Do I not even get a chance to make up for my wrongdoings? Surely this punishment is too harsh.

My one mistake, compared to Murdoc's countless number of them, it almost felt unjust that I'd have to pay such a heavy price.

I somehow managed to push my frail, slender frame out of the doorway, despite the blasts of wind constantly attacking me. It was difficult to breathe, but not as difficult as it was to stay in that house, clinging onto the notion of love.

I noticed the blur of headlights through the rain as a car rolled into my driveway. I presumed it was my taxi as it cruised up beside me.

I threw my luggage in the back, not caring that the ignorant driver couldn't be bothered to get out and help me... I guess he was afraid of getting wet.