The One That Walked Away
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Emotional pain isn't felt the way a cut or bruise is. I wish it was, for a knife through my heart would've been much... much more easier to cope with.

The One That Walked Away

I stare at him, shocked.

I was stunned, flabbergast.

In that moment there was nothing humane in the man in front of me. His green eyes usually so breathtakingly appealing were bloodcurdling.

There were dark and aphotic, demon-like and damned.

I saw no glimpse of the man I loved.

The barbarian in front of me was the devil; atrocious and a bane.

I clutch at my cheek in agony.

I was burnt, charred and scorched.

I was blazing with affliction and heart-break.

My heart was tormented.

I'd given him everything and he gave me misery.

I feel every tear that scars my cheeks. They are the mournings of my soul.

I had no heart in that second. In that micro-second, my. heart had been annihilated. It had cracked and the fractured organ was giving me physical pain.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't even think.

My entire being was trained on the person in front of me.

Tears slipped into oblivion.

I question him, voice dry and horse. I search his eyes for any source of light, of emotion but they were dead and cut off.

He lets out a single solitary laugh, that makes my hair stand on end.

It was mocking and destructive, chilling my core.

I couldn't even swallow, for the bare, raw, torture I was experiencing called death was swallowing me up whole.

Emotional pain isn't felt the way a cut or bruise is. I wish it was, for a knife through my heart would've been much... much more easier to cope with.

It's cutting at my heart, at my mind and splitting them into two.

It stings to breathe and as I watch the gruesome smirk form on his lips... I stop breathing completely.

"You're pathetic." He spits each word out, venom feeding on my blood.

"I love you." I whisper, as a last resort, tears running down my cheeks... free at last

He laughs again this time and I can feel my emotions die.... can feel the light leaving my eyes.

"As I said before.... pathetic. I never cared anyway. You could die right here, right now and no one would care." He hisses in my face and I feel my knees buckle.

He doesn't hit me... he doesn't have to.

His venom had spread to my heart and I was lying on my deathbed.

He sneers down at me, a master to his servant, and leaves not once looking back.... as much as I yearned for him to do so.

I stay there for who knows how long.

The clock ticking and my body withering.

Years from now... if someone passed by they'd see a rose.

A rose resting on the grave I'd made for myself.

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