Short Stories

Happier

Y/N - POV

I woke up to an empty bed once again. He left me... again. I know how this is going to end. It won't end well. I rolled up, out of the warm embrace of my blankets, and sat at the edge of my bed; feet hovering over the cold floor. I placed my feet down on the cool surface and tip-toed my way over to the door, pulling it open slowly. The smell of bacon wafted up the stairs and caused my mouth to water. I creeped down the stairs to see him cooking, with his back to me. I slowly snuck up behind him and wrapped him in an embrace.

"Good-Morning love," I spoke softly. "how was your sleep?" Instead of answering, he turned around silently and walked over to the table and sat down.

"What's wrong?" I questioned. Still no answer. Great. Two can play at the game. I grabbed a few pieces of bacon and a slice of toast and sat down directly across from him at the table. The silence was deafening.

"I can't do this anymore Y/N." He whispered.

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"I can't do this anymore. Us. I can't keep doing this." He spoke each word louder and louder until he was almost screaming. I sat still, taking in his form.

"Why?" I asked barely above a whisper.

"I want you to be happier. I want you to be with someone who doesn't go out every night leaving you to wonder if he'll be back or not. I want you to be with someone who worships the ground you walk on. Someone who doesn't cheat on you. Or lie to you. Someone who truly loves you. I want you to be happier."

His – POV

I feel disgusted with myself. I came home late and drunk once again. I didn't even bother to say "hello" to Y/N as I climbed into bed, I just went straight to sleep. I woke up early the next morning knowing in my heart what I was about to do would break her. I stood in the kitchen cooking breakfast for myself, when I felt her small arms wrap around my waist from behind.

~ Skip back to the end of fight ~

"...I want you to be happier."

I couldn't take back what I said, and I think we both knew that. Tears welled up in her eyes, and for a moment I wanted to change my mind. This just didn't feel right to me. I shouldn't be breaking her heart like this. She deserves better.

"I want to see you smile, Y/N. But just know that means I'll have to leave."

I turned around and grabbed the bag I had packed earlier, over by the door. I never once turned around to look at her face, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

I sat on the edge of the hotel bed, head in my hands. Thoughts ran through my head. Thoughts of Y/N with someone else. It was eating me up inside. Maybe I could go back. Maybe we could pretend that we're ok. Pretend that we're ok and get away from the mess we made. No. I can't. I can't go back. I want her to be happier. I need her to be happier.... without me.