Are you angry at Y/n for being too easy, too kind, so forgiving? Does your eyes twitch when she accepts a cheating main character?
Then you have came in right place
-by dork
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"I said I was fine but I never said it didn't hurt...
I gave a last look over his hunched position, taking in his lazy figure, his unaffected expression. Cursing my heart and soul to ever trust this person, to ever put him first. Seeing him unmoving, without a single ounce of regret, barely twitching after I had said those words, gave a clearity of where I stand in his life.
Pulling the cold handle of my suitcase, I dragged it and resume on my path. Steps were heavy but I didn't turn back. I didn't turn back to those beautiful memories who had turn stale over the time, I didn't turn back to those flowers kept in vase all dried just like our bond. I didn't turn back to his heavy sigh knowing my weak hurt would try to find a reason in them, insecurities lunging at me that I was behind this.
Don't know what went wrong, what did I ever do to deserve this?
Was my cooking bad? Did I do laundries right? Was I overwhelming him with my clingless? Did I love him little? Did I irritate him with my questions-
'Stop it Y/n' I mentally stop myself from going on that path again.
But my fragile hurt was bound to him. It wanted signal, a mere signal and I was ready to forgive him, to forget everything.
Ha! whom am I kidding? These marks and cuts on my face would heal with time but those deep cuts in my heart never.
Never will I drop myself this low. I wouldn't accept all of these as my fault. I have tried everything to make things right but I have had enough. I am done trying.
With a deep breathe, I walk without giving in to the little urges in some corner of my heart who remained shackled in his illusion of love.
I noticed the bare moving of steps, confused glares drilling on my back of head, scoffing at my futile attempts, smirking as it wasn't a first move by me. I have threatened, stood up for myself, tried to gather my diminishing self-respect.
But I proved him wrong when I left the house, his house and for the time, I feel the fresh air slapping my cheeks, proud on me to take the overdue step.
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