"To him, I was nothing more than a toy...
My heart was played like a broken guitar. It felt empty and abandoned, lost and forgotten.
In his eyes I was just a lonesome, withered flower in a field of bright, beautiful ones."
She wept, as more words poured from her heart. The tears fell from her eyes, raced down her cheek and landed on the piece of paper below. With a trembling hand, she wiped the tears away, and with the other she continued writing.
"It was like my heart was hollow with a gap only he could fill,
But he didn't,
He left me in a pool of regret and empty promises.
A relationship built on lies and deceit."
The pen slipped from her hand, non-stop tears falling down her cheeks. A puddle of tears formed on the paper. She held her head low and brought her legs up to her chest, hugging them with her arms. Her sobs were muffled, but just as heart-breaking.
She was broken by his words,
"I never really loved you.
It wasn't real, none of this
You were never worth my love
You were a waste of my time."
She gave him everything she had, all her love.
But he gave nothing in return.
It was a mistake, falling in love with him. Thoughts raced through her mind. It was a mistake giving him my heart.
All of our memories probably meant nothing to him.
All the times he was there for me. Was he really there?
All of our laughs, tears. Were the feelings for us real?
All the times he hugged me at times I was low. Was there any affection?
All the times he said, 'I love you'. Did he really mean it? Was he just acting? Making me fall in love, while he fell out of love by the day.
I really thought he was 'The one'. The one who would love me for me, cherish me like a treasure,
It turns out I was wrong this whole time.
I should've seen it. All the signs, forgetting me, ignoring me, acting like I wasn't there when his friends were. The forgotten texts and missed calls.
All the times he was friendly, too friendly with my friends.
All the laughs he gave to everyone but me.
I was blind.
Her mind spiraled into a million thoughts, she overthinks her whole relationship, wondering where she messed up, where everything broke.
Why he fell out of love with her.
Why he thought she wasn't good enough for him.
She was too naive- too clouded by love to understand. Her tears slowed down, she snuffled and wiped the underside of her eyes, using her sleeve.
Footsteps were at her door and a knock. It was her mother.
"Hey, Isla??" She called out, softly, slightly opening the door. She knew her daughter wasn't feeling the best right now.
"Yes?" She replied looking at the door then turned around to make sure her mother didn't see her puffy red eyes and sad expression.
"Are you okay? You didn't answer my call downstairs" Her mother opened the door wider and stared at her room.
Normally it was organised and tidy, but this past week it had been a mess like her head. There were clothes and pieces of loose paper covering the floor. Stuffed animals and books weren't in the correct place. The blinds were half closed, barely letting any light in in the small space. The bed was pushed against the wall, unmade, half of the quilt was on the floor, with a couple of pillows on top. A bookshelf right next to it, filled to the brim with books, and opposite was her desk where she was sitting. There was no space on the desk to do anything. The room looked like a disaster.
"Yeah, i'm okay, sorry I was just writing, I'll be down there" She quickly turned around to flash her mother a smile that didn't seem to reach her eyes, but her mother didn't fully notice.
"Okay" Her mother smiled and left, closing the door behind her.
Her mother's footsteps descended down the stairs, each step getting quieter and quieter.
She let out a huge exhale with a sigh. She didn't realise she was holding her breath the whole time. Her head dropped into her hands, blonde hair cascading down her side, creating a shield from reality. Her legs came back up to her chest, making herself feel smaller.
The memories flooded her head again.
She tried to stop thinking about all the laughter and pain they felt together, but the memories flooded her head.
She needed a break.
From the memories, the pain, and the love.
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