By Symphony Jones
The room was solemn. Nothing could be heard but the steady breaths between the couple. The duo who could have once ruled the world was shattered. Neither knew what to say or where to even begin.
Emery paced the floor as she avoided the gaze of her lover. He sat on the couch bouncing his leg while he stared at her. He knew she could feel his gaze. She always told him his stare made her feel as if her blood was on fire. That’s not the case anymore.
The last few months the duo was swept into so much bullshit they couldn’t even tell that their love was dying but it was over now, and they were left to stare at the broken pieces.
“Emery, I-” his voice echoed lightly through the quiet room.
“Don’t. Please just don’t” she feebly murmured. She tried to sneak a glance at him, but he noticed. He noticed just how dull her once bright eyes are. They were his favorite after all. She never had to say she loved him in the past. Her eyes said it all.
Her breaths were harsh as she wiped the tears from her eyes “Where do we go from here D”. He sighed as he leaned forward. He had no clue what to do.
“Do you still feel it? Do you still love me” his question hung in the tense air. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear her say it. Her pacing stopped and her body tensed.
“Of course, I still love you D…” she trailed off.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it” she could hear the twinge in his voice. His dark rasp that once flowed like satin now stung like grains of sand against her skin.
“What do you want me to say” she watched his every movement trying to get a read on anything other than hurt.
“I want you to say it. I want you to admit it” there it was again. The subtle break in his voice.
She shook her head and sighed “Okay. Yes, Derek, I love you… but I don’t think I am in love with you anymore”. His head immediately collapsed in his hands. Tears streamed down her face as she watched him fall apart. He shook lightly as silent sobs wracked through his body.
He knew she didn’t love him like she used to. Hell, he would be lying if he said he still loved her to the same magnitude that he did in the past. That didn’t stop it from hurting. It didn’t stop his heart from faltering when she said those words.
He wiped his eyes and sniffed “Thank you”. She nodded and began to grab her things to go to bed. She tentatively walked up the stairs and to their room. She grabbed her pillow and blanket from their bed and shuffled away. She gave one last long look to the bed they shared for the last four years and shut the door. Her feet padded against the floor as she walked to the spare room. Sadness thrummed in her heart as each footstep led her away from her home. Their space.
She made her new bed as she cried. Violent sobs wracked her body as she caught their intertwined scents from her pillowcase. She cried because she hurt him. She cried because she didn’t notice that she was losing him. That they were losing themselves. She cried because she ultimately did this to herself.
Once she collected herself, she stepped into the hallway only to walk into the source of her sorrow. They stared at one another. Eyes rimmed red from crying and flushed cheeks. She went to walk away only to be pulled into a hug.
He held her tightly as if she were going to disappear any second. He knew she would be leaving soon. “You know, I’ve never met someone who can so gently destroy me the way you do”. His words cause her body to shake even harder. Silent tears now turn into muffled sobs.
“I am not saying that to hurt you Emery. I just want you to know that no matter what I will be here if you need me” with that he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and walked into their room and shut the door.
She went back to the guest room, the reason she left in the first place now long forgotten. She shut the door and slid down against it.
Both Ex-lovers sat against their doors. Each trying to quiet their tears from the other. Memories flash through their heads from their first kiss to the last real date they went on. She could see it now. The exact moment she fell out of love with him completely. When the kisses became hollow and the flame that once burned so bright turned to embers. She only hoped he knew he didn’t do anything wrong.
He remembers when he first felt the change. When the love he once had felt empty. He knew this would be how they ended. They loved until they had nothing left to give. He just wished it hadn’t come so soon.
Bio:
Symphony Jones write for pure enjoyment the mass majority of the time. It is something she has done since she was a young child. She write everything for romance to horror. Her writing is a way for Jones to portray Her inner feelings in their purest form.
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