Sad Stories That Might Make You Cry {DISCONTINUED}

I'll Stay, Even If Our Love Expired

I was just an average woman in her early twenties, looking for love.

I never thought that the love I would soon find would change my life.

❤︎

"So, how's the project going, Anne?" Noah asked, his attention still at his design.

"Eh, it's fine I guess," I answered.

Noah and I worked at Fashion de Celesté, the eighteenth largest fashion company in the world. We were both designers.

I also had a slight crush on him.

And I think he likes me back.

I was planning to confess today.

"H-hey, Noah?" I asked for his attention.

"Yeah, Anne?"

"So, w-we've known each other for a while now," I started cautiously,

"a-and I like you, n-not just in the friend kind of way, a little b-bit more." I glanced away from Noah.

"I-" he started,

"Sorry, it's okay if you don't feel the same, I wouldn't." I cut him off, my head still staring away from him.

"No, Anne, I do feel the same." 

I could feel my face light up.

"R-really?"

"Really." Noah smiled at me.

So I smiled back.

❤︎

We ended up in a relationship. It was almost like we were meant to be; like we were perfect together.

I thought we had a bright future, and so did Noah.

Five months later, he proposed to me.

I said 'yes'.

We got married five months later, it was amazing! Probably the best day of my life! I couldn't stop smiling for a week.

I got promoted dozens of times, while Noah stayed at our original position. I was mostly the one who funded us.

But after the 15th time I'd been promoted, things started changing. Noah got sloppy, then he was fired but he didn't bother to find another job.

He'd also seemed to be coming home after I had, even though he didn't have anything to do. But it doesn't stop there.

He was always drunk and intoxicated.

We also had many more fights when he was drunk. He would make threats that he and I both knew would never happen.

The most severe was when he threw seven wine glasses while he was drunk. He even hit me on the arm.

But that was okay. I loved him.

I was thinking of filing a divorce, but I knew I couldn't. I had to take care of him. Even if he had another girl he was with, to take care of him. I couldn't trust anybody else but myself.

He thought I didn't know. But he wasn't very good at hiding it.

I'd seen his girlfriend kissing and greeting him at the door when he knew I was awake.

Then things got even worse. He started abusing me physically and verbally and took my hard-earned money to buy things for himself and his girlfriend.

He spread rumours to my friends, who had no idea what was going on, about me being intoxicated and stealing his money. Basically just painting me to be him, and him to be me.

I have to stay though. I can't leave. I still love him.

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Forty years later, I'm still with Noah.

He's gone through tons of girlfriends, and we're sixty now.

He's lost his shine.

Though he isn't (and can't) cheat on me anymore, he's still drunk and abusing me verbally.

Then one day, Noah was drunk when he was crossing the street to the liquor store when he was hit by a speeding car. Unlike most people would be, I wasn't relieved.

In fact, I was quite the opposite.

I died a few days later of suicide.

I hope I'll be reborn with a more caring heart next life.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓷𝓭