The Breakup Scene (A Raura Short Story)

You don't love me. At least not right now anyway.

You did love me.
You did care about me.
You did want me.

I guess two months without seeing each other changes everything right?

You don't love me.
You don't care about me.
You don't want me.

At least not anymore.

I thought we were inseparable.
I thought you would never hurt me.
I thought our love was stronger than anything I could ever imagine.

Why are you everything you said you would never become?

You were sweet, you were the reason for my happiness, you were my brightness on my dark days.

Now?

You're the reason for my tears.
The reason for the blood and wounds I create
The reason why I plan doing what I'm about to do.

Do you remember our past?
Everything we've been through? Do you remember anything?

The first time you kissed me? Do you remember that moment? You kissed me... So softly, so gently. I been craving your lips ever since.

You told me that you have been wanting to kiss me for a long time... I wonder if you thought the same thing when you left me.

Maybe... Just maybe, it was me.
Maybe my commitment for you was too much for you.
Maybe I scared you off because of it.

I loved you, wasn't that enough?

Did I change? Or did you stop loving me?

Give me time, I'll move on eventually.

Because... You're right, it has been going on for months.

This hurt, this pain, this heartbreak has been going on since June.

But ya know what?

I'm here...

I'm here and I am still madly in love with you while you're not.

It hurts.

I'm not going to say it doesn't.

There isn't anything poetic about it, you shattered me.

I wanted to beg you to stay, to say the words "don't go."

But begging someone to stay especially when they want to leave is worse.

I remember... This moment:

With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay.
You said "hey man, I love you, but no freaking way"