It ended in a mere moment. A mere shadow of a second. The grasp and the commitment that I thought we had to one another: severed. There wasn’t time to cry, time to mourn, or even time to hurt.
“...no.” I barely mumbled out from between my lips which had since turned to stone. But there he was. Gone.
The lasting solace I built lasted singularly between myself and my emotions. A wall. A wall built between my heart and my head set in place merely to comfort the blow which I had yet to feel. He was my world. We had once agreed to never become dependent on one another, yet here I sat. I know that I had broken that agreement our first night together, when he fought my fear and doubt. But I let myself fall, for I thought he had broken too. I thought, “If we break, we will rebuild together.”
And yet, here I was. Gluing myself back together shard by shard.
And then I realized. One of my pieces was gone. He had taken a piece with him and left me to be incomplete. That is a piece I will never get back.
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