BRING HIM BACK
'Even if things might have changed. Even if it gets difficult, she won't leave. She won't drop everything just because it seems like it's going down the drain, drowning. She won't bail out because she knew they would have problems. And she won't cower at the sight of them. She'll fight. For him. And herself.'
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She stacked the magazines back on the bookshelf, pretending to be interested in the book placed in front of her. She kept looking at him, waiting for him to acknowledge her or even look up at her. Just once. But he never did.
She sighed and placed the book back down and started walking to the counter shelf of the kitchen. She looked at him once again, noticing how he was lying on the sofa, watching the television. Her eyes roamed all over his beautiful face, for any indication of him being bothered by her constant stares.
She would take anything over this indifference he was showing towards her. Any sort of reaction. Anger, disappointment, anything. Just to fill in for this silence surrounding the both of them since the past few days. She doesn't know what she did wrong, for him to treat her like this. She didn't know how they suddenly became people who couldn't live without each other to strangers who never know what to say.
She wanted to ask him, but whenever the words tried to to slip past her lips, she would choke on her insecurities and doubt. She had always believed in their relationship and she knew he had too. What she didn't know was what had changed so drastically for all of it to come to this. There were so many things she didn't know, things she needed answers to. Because she didn't know how to fill this gaping hole in her chest.
He just stopped talking to her, always making excuses to leave early so as to avoid any chance encounters. But she didn't believe he fell out of love. Maybe people move on, maybe the love they fell for each other at some point in their lives fades away. But if they were truly in love, how could they stop feeling that way so quickly? She knew that he hasn't stopped loving her. And she knew he wasn't cheating on her either. Because she knew him. She trusted him. She knew how much he disliked cheaters and had faith in him that he wouldn't become one either. But this silence made her question her own self. She started wondering where exactly did she go wrong? What did she do? Why was he hurting her like this.
And why did he seem so hurt himself in those rare moments when he opened up to me these days?
She didn't realise she had drifted away, looking down at the counter till she felt the brokenness in her heart and the pain in her soul pouring out of her. Trying to fill the void he had unknowingly left. Trying to put back together the pieces of her mind which had come apart when he walked away. Trying to mend the cracks in her armour with reassurance that everything would soon go back to the way it was before. But she knew, no matter how much she lied to herself, that it won't go to the way it was if she didn't do anything about it.
If they don't do anything about it.
But there were so many pieces to his puzzle, becoming more and more difficult to recover. Increasing in number every single day. Till she no longer knew which pieces fit together. But as broke out of her trance, hearing the sound of her own tears silently falling onto the floor and splattering onto the shelf, she felt his burning gaze pierce through her soul, lighting her body on fire.
She looked up at him and nearly widened her eyes at the intensity burning in them. She felt silent shivers all over her body, goosebumps lining up on her arms as well as her resolve strengthen. A ghost of a smile pulls up at her lips when she saw the slight concern and worry shining in his dark eyes. Eyes deeper than the ocean, an ocean that she would happily spend the rest of her days drowning in. And she knew, that the pieces fit together perfectly were the ones that made them. It was their own pieces that matched so beautifully that nothing else seemed to compare.
Pieces so true, so real and so amazingly imperfect that she knew she couldn't give up. She was going to bring him back.
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