I suppose you can call it venting.....
I think I just needed an output. Yesterday, my feelings were haywire and I just felt like I needed a good cry until I wrote this. -.-
Hm... I'm not sure that the LJ cut thing worked right.... lol how do you use it?
"You can go if you want," he whispered, "I understand."
"Understand what? she spat, “That I want nothing to do with a lying, back-stabbing bastard?”
He didn’t know it was possible feel such pain. His chest constricted and his heart ripped at the accusation. Did she really think of him in such a way? Unable to form words through the painful lump in his throat, he swallowed dryly, and nodded in acquiesce. Each step toward the door she took was like another knife struck him. The slam of the heavy door echoed loudly in his head.
Tears that seemed unable to fall when she was present fell in torrents, splashing all over his lap. The hot drops landed on his lap like shards of his heart shattering onto the floor. He let out a soft whimper, unable to hold back his sobs.
He didn’t know how long he sat there, head bowed to the ground. His arms wrapped around his sides as if they would help keep him from falling, from breaking.
In his head, the only thoughts he had was a repeating mantra, “I love you. I’m sorry.”
Hm... I'm not sure that the LJ cut thing worked right.... lol how do you use it?
"You can go if you want," he whispered, "I understand."
"Understand what? she spat, “That I want nothing to do with a lying, back-stabbing bastard?”
He didn’t know it was possible feel such pain. His chest constricted and his heart ripped at the accusation. Did she really think of him in such a way? Unable to form words through the painful lump in his throat, he swallowed dryly, and nodded in acquiesce. Each step toward the door she took was like another knife struck him. The slam of the heavy door echoed loudly in his head.
Tears that seemed unable to fall when she was present fell in torrents, splashing all over his lap. The hot drops landed on his lap like shards of his heart shattering onto the floor. He let out a soft whimper, unable to hold back his sobs.
He didn’t know how long he sat there, head bowed to the ground. His arms wrapped around his sides as if they would help keep him from falling, from breaking.
In his head, the only thoughts he had was a repeating mantra, “I love you. I’m sorry.”