My Writings

Heartbreak

She stared at him, devastated. The hurt on his face was too much for her to bear. She swallowed hard and fought back the tears that threatened to break loose.
"I—I'm sorry," she stuttered weakly. "I never meant to hurt you, I promise."
"Yeah, well, you did," his terse reply sent chills over her. "Whether you meant to or not doesn't matter at this point."
His words stung more than the tears behind her eyes. She glanced all around her, searching for something to say. Searching for something to distract her from the pain that was rupturing her chest. Blinking furiously she willed the tears away. One escaped and slid down her cheek.
Come on, she berated herself. This isn't about you or your feelings. It's about him. You have to help him. You did this to him.
"I'm still sorry," her voice cracked with emotion. She took in a deep, shaky breath. A few more tears slipped out. "I would go back and undo all of it if I could."
He shook his head angrily. Were those tears shimmering in his eyes? Her heart clenched in pain at the sight. "Thanks but that doesn't really help." His jaw clenched and unclenched over and over again.
She looked down at her hands and bit her lip. She didn't know what to do. But she had to do something. She had to right this wrong she'd committed. She had to fix this. The back of her throat stung with unshed tears.
"How—how can I make this better? How can I fix this?" she asked hesitantly, gently.
He turned on her with fire in his eyes and hurt in his voice. "Some things you just can't fix, okay?!" he shouted in her face. The tears were now plainly seen running down his face.
This was too much. She sank to the floor slowly, the tears now a rushing stream she couldn't hold back. Her heart ached with a pain she couldn't describe as the person she loved glared down at her. She clutched at her chest, words unable to form in her mind or mouth. All she could feel was pain. She desperately tried to hold back a sob but it wrenched its way out of her mouth. She didn't want him to see her like this. She was a wreck. But she couldn't help it. She couldn't stop. It hurt too much.
He turned and walked away stiffly.
And in that moment, her heart broke. Not because he'd hurt her. But because she had hurt him.