Chapter 1: The Memory
He stood in the empty room, looking around slowly. His face was a bit sullen. How long had it been? Two-three years, maybe? Even though it had been so long, he could still smell her in the air. Her shampoo, her perfume, her fragrance.
These memories caused a pain in his chest that he immediately clutched at. His throat tightened and his eyes stung from the tears that had begun to form. His heart ached for her, but it would never be. It could never be! But why? Why couldn't it?! He could still recall all the fond memories! The laughs! How she felt cuddled in his arms, snuggled against him when they slept. He could feel the softness of her flesh as he held her hands, as well as the companionship they shared. But alas, it still could not be.
Why, you ask? She made it so. He looked to the ceiling as that fateful day came rushing to the forefront of his mind...
He had come home early. He held a lovely bouquet of roses. White roses, to be exact. They were her favourite kind of flower. He stepped inside. As he was about to call out to her, he heard something. At first, he thought it was the neighbors, but as he moved further into the house, it became apparent that the neighbors were not the originators of this noise.
He stood outside the door, listening. No, not because it turned him on, but because he was in a state of shock. 'How could this be?!' he thought dizzily, but there was no answer. After a few minutes, he moved to the front room and just say down. No lights were turned on, no blinds opened. No light of any kind.
It had last about two hours before the other man left. She shut the door behind him and sighed, running a hand through her hair, smoothing. She smiled to herself before turning around.
Something caught her eye.
She turned on the light and gasped.
"W-What are you doing here, honey?"
He didn't reply, just stared straight ahead.
"Baby? Are you okay? Did you have a rough day at work? Need me to comfort you?" she said in a sultry tone as she slowly approached him, swaying her hips seductively.
"...t out..."
"What, babe? I didn't here you."
"I said, 'Get Out!'"
He finally stood, his face turning red.
"W-What? Why?" she stammered, taking a step forward. But she knew why. In her heart, she knew why he had uttered those words.
"I heard everything."
With those three words, he cemented into reality what she knew was true in her heart. Without another word, she went and packed her belongings. It took a bit, but she finally got everything.
She walked out, her head hanging, pulling a suitcase behind her. She gazed at him and raised her hand to say something, but quickly dismissed the idea.
AFTER she went to pack, he tried to remain cold and uncaring. His emotions betrayed him. He had loved this woman with all he had, given her all he could provide, and yet she chose to forsake it all. The tears just started flowing. He couldn't even usher any cries, all he could do was let the tears flow.
Seeing those tears, she became hurt and disgusted with herself. But what had been done, was done. There was no going back.
She had wanted to scream and yell at him, blame him for her actions, but she couldn't. What had he done to make her choose to do those things? Nothing. He just loved her like she asked, gave up his life like she asked, provided. For her like she asked.
Silently, she left.
A week after, her two brothers stopped by to pick up the rest of her things, but they were hostile towards him. They believed he had cheated on her, because she said the relationship had ended due to a mistake that had been made.
He laughed. Not to be spiteful or mean, but he couldn't help it. He respected and cherished these two men as if they were his own brothers, so he invited them to sit.
Apprehensicely, they did so. He then re ounted what had happened. Though, he probably didn't need to. They saw the pain in his eyes. The heartbreak that they held.
AFTER listening, they hung their heads in shame. It was not he, but their own sister who had been in the wrong. It hurt them, because they were about to best up a man who had become family to them.
They apologized profusely, though he kept saying they didn't need to. All he asked was that they continue to view him as a brother, even if they wouldn't see him for a while. They understood why he wouldn't visit them. Seeing them would remind him of her and the heartache.
After their goodbyes, the brothers emmedistely called their mother and informed her of what had happened. Just like them, she too, thought he had been the one who had committed the wrongdoing. And yet again, she felt ashamed as well.
As time passed, the pain subsided a bit and the hole that she left diminished a bit, but there was still an emptiness.
As his memory came to a close, he opened his eyes and looked about. It had begun to rain outside, making the room dsrker than it normally was. He sighed once more before leaving and shutting the door behind him.
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