The Rush Of A River

The Rush Of A River

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"River, will you please just wait!" I whipped around, every emotion in my body finally boiling over and prepared to spill out. "Wait for what, Jude? For you to grow up? For you to act like any of this actually matters to you? For you to completely and totally implode my whole life as I know it? I don't think so. I love you so much. I love you so hard that my soul collapses when I think about you. But I can't keep waiting. I can't wait anymore. I'm done," I cried, everyone in the terminal staring at us. Jude stared at me as if I had just stolen every ounce of air in the world and told him one breath was 200 dollars. Though he was stricken with some nameless emotion, he looked beautiful. In my mind, I knew that this would be my last memory of him for many years. But his beauty could not make up for the loss of words, the loss of any explanation or final plea for me to stay and come home with him. The silence was deafening, but it was the only answer I needed.
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"I want a divorce." And just hearing him say that my whole world that seemed to revolve around him stopped. Gathering myself I barely managed to speak in a voice that even I could not recognise. I couldn't comprehend anything going around me. "Wh..hy?" As soon as the words left my mouth he threw the file and the photographs spread across the floor. And those photographs had me in compromising positions with not one but several men. Looking at those photos I looked straight into his eyes. Disgust and hatred. The only emotions I could see. Taking a deep breath I composed myself and tried to keep my face void of the emotions I felt at that moment. Hurt and immense pain. If he didn't trust me then he has no right to see me vulnerable too. "Is this the only reason why you want to divorce me? No other except this?" It was foolish of me to ask him but I had to make sure. Also for me trust comes before love. If he doesn't trust me I don't even want to save the relationship. "Is this not enough you whore? What else can I expect from a slut and a gold digger like you! I knew it from the start that all you showed was just a facade. Your innocence, kindness, it was all fake. I just don't believe how can I be so dumb." Was I hurt? No I was broken beyond repair. My heart ached. I felt like I was seconds away from collapsing. I had far exceeded the limit of hurt and pain. I was so powerless in that moment that I couldn't even fight with him. Love makes you strong. I have heard and felt that countless times but they always forget to mention what comes after that. Love makes you weak too. I couldn't shout at him because I loved him. But I had to be brave. For myself. ************************************************** Is love enough for two people to be together or is there something more important than love? This is story of Xander and Sophie who loved each other but still couldn't be together. Because more important than love is trust. © All rights reserved

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