As I lay still on the silk sheets of our bed, I couldn’t help but feel that this was my fault. My tears wouldn’t fall anymore though; the salty elixer had ran dry after hours of endless weeping.
He was gone, and the other woman’s face plagued me. She had seemed sweet; maybe a bit too so, and I should have noticed that sooner.
It wouldn’t have stopped him though. No amount of groveling or begging would’ve persuaded Alex to stay with me.
The pain was unbearable. I felt as if I was physically aching from the heartbreak.
How could our years together, our friendship, our VOWS , have meant absolutely nothing to him? How could I have meant nothing to him?
Worthless as I felt, I luckily had enough strength to lift myself from the sheets. I knew where he kept it, always loaded for emergencies. This seemed a good a time as any. I found it with easily and sat back on the bed again. Laying back, i realized my arm next to my head. More tears actually started to flow, begging me to cease.
My finger twitched and I was gone.