This is kind of a kick of for a story I'm thinking of. I don't think it will end the same way but I thought I'd try this out. Tell me what you think .
I could see the anguish in her eyes. I wanted so desperately to erase it from her beautiful brown eyes. The eyes that could kill with a look. The eyes that took in my every move. The eyes that were sizing me up. She was probably contemplating on whether to finish the fight or not.
"It's not like I want to leave you. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to leave you? I want to stay but I need to do this," I pleaded the same argument.
She was silent for a minute. I knew what that silence meant. She was putting up the walls. The very walls that took 2 years to break down. Every second was another brick against me. I hated it.
"Just leave. You've been wanting to get out of here for goodness knows how long and your opportunity has finally arrived," she said with a bite. She had no clue how much her words could hurt.
"No! I don't want to hear it. You've been talking about the military for years and about how you can't wait to go. So just leave," She said turning away.
No way was I giving up that easily. I grabbed her wrist and twisted her to face me. I took her arms in my hands and shook her lightly. "I love you. Can't you see that?" I asked pleadingly.
She glared at me. She started to struggle against my hold but she was no match. I was no longer the weakling I used to be. I had seen things that I never care to repeat. I did things that I never want to do again. I wasn't giving up the one thing that kept my life together.
"Please. I want you to come, I really and truly do. I'm just so scared that you'll get hurt," I said quietly looking at her.
She looked at me with cold detachment. My heart started to crumble.
I looked down and took a deep breath. "I need you babe. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you. I love you," I whispered.
She fought and I gave up holding her. She backed up a few steps and glared at me.
"I hate you. Always have and always will," She said, turned and ran. She never saw the look on my face. She never saw the tears rolling down my face. She never saw my heart break into a million pieces. Only what she wanted to see.
She never saw me.
I ran home and found the pocket knife. I had promised her that I would never do it. Then again, she had promised that she would stop running away. I suppose it was my own damn fault. I wanted that job but I didn't want to loose her. I ran the water in the bathroom. Every tap was on and all plugs were in. I pulled the knife across my wrist. I watched as the blood dripped down into the growing puddles. Soon I sank into blissful darkness.
The last brick was laid.
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