What did I do wrong?
Did I push her too hard? Did I not pull her close enough?
I felt empty.
The bitch left me.
She left me.
How dare she?
Of course, she left a bitter taste. Of course, she made everything worse. I was crumbling. My chest felt like it was caving in. All I could hear were the voices in my head, chanting the same word over and over.
Cut.
Cut.
Cut.
Then her voice came to me, barely a whisper, like it lived in my bones.
She was the only one I opened my heart to. The only one I ever truly felt anything for. My first real love. Everyone before her was a passing shadow. But she... she was my entire world. She was the one I waited for, the one I wanted to change for.
And I let her in.
I let her break down the walls I built after too many nights left bleeding inside.
She made me speak when I wanted silence. She stirred things I buried years ago. She made something inside me bloom, wild and dangerous and real.
I stood up and punched the table.
I killed for her.
Fuck, I would’ve died for her.
I wanted everything with her. A house. A family. A future.
But that was the problem.
I wanted.
I hoped.
And dreams, they’re nothing but illusions of what could be.
Reality is always different.
So this time, I chose to bury something else.
Not just the memories.
But my feelings.
And anyone who came with them.
TWENTY
LENORE
