The moment I opened the door I new something was amiss, the look on his face told the story. His body langue sent a sickening shiver through my bones and the last thing I wanted was for him to speak. But he did. I tried to focus on anything else but I couldn’t tare my eyes from the sound of his voice. The sickening feeling worsened as I watched the words spill from his lips and my worst fears were realized. My whole body went limp while my heart jumped from my chest in one last leap for freedom; it was shot down crashing to the floor to demise. The only thing I could think when the tears began to fall was don’t let him see you cry, throwing my hands over my face I slammed the door.
Collapsing in a mess on the floor; I was a heap of debris, unwanted and undesirable scrap. He who had given me life tore it from my soul and in a fit of fury demolished my entire being with a few trouble-free words. How could something so faultless alter and shatter me so, why would someone I adore want to wound me this way? What can I do now, this ache wont heel and those words I won’t forget. And for the first time in a very long time I’m alone in the world, with my thoughts, and my broken spirit. Slowly the love is gone, overtaken by the strongest sensation of hatred I’ve ever myself none. Curling up into a mound on the tile I stay and cry my self into tomorrow.
