Love And Hate

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: February 24, 2017

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Love And Hate.

 

I can clearly remember it, that exact moment when you sat down beside me and said that you loved me. You sounded so honest; it was just like you really and truly meant it. It had come as a surprise – I mean, why would someone as popular as you fall for such a nonentity as me.

 

It seemed that you really did love me for the next six months. Was that really all it was? I can remember the exact date, the exact time down to the very minute when you first said those words to you, and I’ve already consulted my calendar. Six months to the day.

 

I think we need a break from each other.” Those were the words you hit me with completely out of the blue. I had not noticed any deterioration in our relationship, and no matter how hard I think about it I can’t come up with a reason for you to say what had followed -- “Things just aren’t working out between us.” Says you! I was under the impression that everything between us was way better than fine.

 

I’m not going to beg you! I’ve got more pride than that. And I am not going to let you know that my heart feels like it has been smashed with a hammer, pulverized. Why are you doing this? There has to be a reason. I have every intention of seeking that reason out.

 

So I follow you. It’s not that hard; after all, you think I’ve handled it in a mature and sensible fashion. You think that I am happy to just go along with your wishes. You think my happiness is worth nothing! Well think again.

 

And there you are, but who is she? You are sitting so close, just like you did with me six months ago. You are looking into her eyes, holding her hand, and it looks to me like she is lapping it up.

 

I should feel sorry for her. For a moment I think of stepping forward, walking tall and calling you out! At least it would give her some warning, some idea of what she might be letting herself in for. But what the hell, why would I try to save her the pain that’s ripping me apart? I don’t care about her. If it wasn’t for her you would not have left me.

 

I HATE her!

 

But not half as much as I find myself hating YOU!


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