A/N: Kind of got the idea from All- American Rejects’ ‘Stab My Back’

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Bound
by A.F Lanley

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I walk in on her.

With someone else.

She notices me; begs and pleads for me back, for my forgiveness.

I was always a sucker for her tears. I can’t help but to say I forgive her. I haven’t though. I just… can’t.

I hate the way I’m bound- bound to her because I don’t want to hurt her. Ironic, right? She cheats on me and I’m the one that ends up paying for it.

I think I hate her. I just can’t help it. But I’m a sucker for her smile, her eyes, her laughter, her tears.

I can’t leave, and I’m feeling captive, trapped, with nowhere to run.

I walk home from my job, letting my feet guide me; my mind’s just too occupied.

I open the door to our apartment and there she is, on the couch.

With someone else. Again.

My stomach drops, my heart shatters, my eyes twirl.

And suprisingly I feel… relieved. Like a weight has lifted from my shoulders.

She doesn’t see me. I slip back out the door and climb up the stairs to the roof.

Lighting a cigarette, I look out at the big city, feeling something I haven’t in a while: hope.

The world was out there.

And it was waiting for me.

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A/N: Thanks for reading.