Aesthetic short stories

Glass heart

I loved him more than anything.

He gave me love, and attention.

I gave him love, and my affection.

Together, we were one.

He was my moon, i was his sun.

He'd crack the sex jokes, i was the one who snorted at them.

He'd call me his "little pure boy",

I'd call him "my little kinky shit".

Life for us was not smooth and soft, sometimes there was tears and rips, and jagged edges.

Our hearts were broken, and fixed.

Only this time, mine was broken forever.

All because one day he lashed out at me, and said he was just stressed, and needed a nap.

So i let him be.

Next day, he was out all day, i never saw him till 2AM.

I'd ask where he was, he always replied with; "overtime at work." And go to bed.

My glass heart was slowly cracking, as our once beautiful love was slowly going ugly.

I kissed his lips so many times, and sparks were always once fierce and bright.

But when i kiss him now, they taste of alcohol and fire.

His eyes never meet mine, and they look so sad and lost, yet mad and afraid.

I'd ask him whats wrong, ruffle his hair and kiss his face.

He'd say everything's fine. But i never believed that.

His glass heart is breaking and mine is to.

I hugged him, and we cried

While our glass hearts were breaking piece by piece.

And i didn't know why.