Erased

 As I stare into the night sky, I notice the billions of stars looking down on me. They cast a light over my neighborhood that allows me to see. I scan the houses down my street and analyze each one of them. A different story lives within each one. Some stories I share, but others, I have not been introduced to.

My eyes focus on one house in particular. Our story is different. She didn't write me in. I did. At first, she didn't complain, and we began to write a chapter together. However, she slowly decided I was merely a background character, and she wanted a plot without me.

Just like I wrote myself in, she wrote me out, erasing our chapter completely. In the end, I was only a small portion of her much larger story. She didn't need me in the beginning, so she doesn't need me in the end.

I could say that I'm shocked and heart broken, but in reality, I expected nothing more. I needed her more than she wanted me, and now, she doesn't at all. I still keep our chapter in my story, but written in my perspective, keeping her as a main character fitting my storyline perfectly.

I  won't lie. I still hope to be properly introduced to her story someday, but that's something I can't control. I won't fight to continue our chapter, but I'll save it as a draft. Therefore, I comtimue writing the rest of my story without her.