Loss And Heartbreak (Writing)

This is a prewritten piece I have, the questions for the new story series are at the bottom. Please enjoy. Mostly unedited.

Loss and Heartbreak

“I wish that I could cry, fall upon my knees, and find a way to lie about a home I’ll never see.” – Five For Fighting

He lay there on the bathroom floor, crying his eyes out. It was 2am, and he was lost. He was falling into the depths of blackness, not sure how to follow the path, not wanting to see the end of this strange and unusual thread that he had began to pull.

It had started with her. Always her. She was the one that had broken him down, and then built him back up. There was two of them, or there was supposed to be. His feelings got mixed up somewhere along the way, and although they were separate people, with completely different lives and personalities, they had become one. Somewhere along the line, they had become one. The one that he had given everything for, who had just walked away. She had broken him. She had left him cold and lonely, in pieces on the floor crying his eyes out. Just like now. Then there was the other. The one who had taken those pieces and put him back together, the one who stood by him, defying her friends to do so. She had been there for him. And now she was breaking him.

By being broken herself, she was breaking him. She was blaming herself about things that had never been her fault in the first place; and by being broken, by blaming herself, she was breaking him. And that made her the one that broke him in the first place. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Everybody was supposed to be all happy, nothing was supposed to be broken. He was moving on, slowly, but it was happening. Domino effect. One thing went wrong, and the whole precariously balanced structure came crumbling down. All the progress, collapsing before his eyes. Loss and heartbreak intertwined, as he fell. Back to the place he had fought his way out of.

Everything he knew, he was scared of breaking. He was scared of falling even further. He was scared of making things worse. He just wanted things to go back to the way they had been, before he had told her. All that had led to his crying on the bathroom floor.

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Inside her own head, she was blaming herself, for everything. She had opened her big mouth; said things that she had sworn to all gods and the devil that she would never say. She had held onto it so long, and something had broken it. If things in life could make a sound, you’d hear a little girl crying and a heart breaking. And because of her stupidness, she was breaking. She was collapsing. Her chest felt like it was being ripped apart, as she struggled to maintain some sort of semblance to her life, trying to put back together the pieces of not only herself, but the boy she knew she was on the point of destroying.


Author Notes:
A little piece written at 2am, inspired by a phone conversation. Mostly unedited.


Choices for the story:

Genre:
A) Dark
B) Love
C) Sad
D) Other (Say what)