"You don't care? What about me? I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you!" His eyes are glazed over and his blood shot whites make the blue even more noticeable and mesmerising.
"Magdalena, look at me," He grabs her hand and she shakes him away.
Silence swells into the room. It starts inbetween them, where his hand touched hers and grows. It takes up every inch of the rooms. Smashing into the walls, ricocheting, and filling every corner and crack. Until it suffocates the poor girl. And she speaks.
"No, I don't care that you love me."
The tears that he has been fighting back stain his face now. He agressivly wipes them away with the palm of his hand, leaving red marks.
Breath in. Breath out.
In every fight, arguement, or discussion Magdalena had ever been in she was always saying the wrong things. Her comebacks where never quick enough, her thoughts never composed or clear. Now, in an empty living room full of random clothes and old dishes, she decided she would try her best to say exactly what she meant.
"I have been me my entire life. I know so little about myself but I know more than anyone in this world." She says quietly but he is clinging to every word. The fact that he is listening makes the words catch in her throat.
"You have known me for less than a year. A relationship is compromise and change. I will not change for everyone who comes into my life. You can't expect me to change myself after just a year." She pauses to play with a strand of hair.
"You want me to stay because you love me but you don't. You can't. You barely know me. I don't even know me. I can't ask you to change for me..... you don't need anyone like this." She motions to herself with both hands simultaneously.
She didn't storm out. He left. After everything he left. He really did love that girl.
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Short StoryThese are just random short stories. The cover was made by the amazing @AmarielAeglas
