Dark post: 'The End'

'I can't believe I loved you for this long ...'

She turned, and with a strength she did not feel, wrenched the door open aggressively. She hesitated. Waiting for his apologies, waiting for his protest. Waiting for him to break. But she could feel her own existence crumbling, had to escape before the waves of emotion reduced her to nothing. She could not let him see her fall apart.

It took what seemed like hours - no, days - to take the steps away from him. She could feel herself going numb, could feel herself shutting down. One step, two steps. Oh God. Save me. Three steps. Her hand on the door knob keeping her upright, the cold metal reminding her of his cold heart. The tension she could feel in her own soul finally reached the breaking point, and bile rose up her throat as the long, deep tear began.

She felt the tears streaming down her face, her heart successfully torn in two. Love did this. This is what Love caused. This is how Love, eventually, felt. It was nice for a while, sure. But in the end, this was what remained. So she did what she should have done from the beginning, finally listening to her long-ignored, screaming instincts.

She ran.

She ran with everything left in her shattering spirit, ran with every fragment of strength she had left. Kept running until she was as far away from him as she could manage at that moment, and collapsed.

The door closed quietly behind her, with a note of finality, and that was that. No words, no movement, just a world frozen in it's weakest moment. Just Silence. But oh, how that silence resounded.

I won't let you in, let you see me cry
I can't give you that satisfaction this time
Do you really get what you need,
Beating the hell out of me?
I'm so tired of getting up off the floor
I won't take this anymore