“Ethan, how are you doing?”
How the hell do you think I am doing? Shit, look at me. I’m slowly dying inside. “Fine,” I spit out, wanting actually to spit on her.
“Dylan, sent me to ask you to leave her alone. She has already moved on and found another person to love.”
Part of me died at that moment, she told me she would always love me and now, she was lying in the arms of someone else.
“She can’t love him.”
“I’m sorry; Ethan, but this person will be the love of her life. She wanted me to give you this and thank you for everything.”
Sarah slid a note across the table. I picked it up, and could smell a trace of Dylan on it. Sarah got up and left. I sat there holding the envelope in my hands unable to open it. I could have lived with her running when life got too much. Shit, I would have let her beat the hell out of me if it meant she would had felt better. But I could never ever let her tell me her final good-byes. She was mine, damn it. I slipped a hundred under my plate, kissed the letter, and placed it on the table. The clock on the wall showed it was fourteen minutes passed seven. I would from that day forward mark that time as my time of death.
Outside the skies had opened up and the rain poured down washing the tears from my face. I took off running. I hurt everywhere; the dull ache of my breaking heart ate away at me. I found myself running to her apartment. I had to see her.
The closer I got, the quicker my pace became. The rain fell from the heavens washing away all traces of the angel that God blessed me with and I stupidly lost. The void was overwhelming. I was desperate to see her. She needed to look at me to see what she meant to me. I had to tell her one more time that she was the only thing that mattered in life.
I paused outside her apartment. The building was void of life. Maybe she was asleep. I thought of how angelic she appeared sleeping. I was suddenly struck with the most dreadful thought . . . she was not there at all. A nightmare played in my mind . . . she was with him, the one who might be the love of her life.
Shit, I was nauseous. Jealousy smacked me in the gut. I hated it. It stirred the part of me that I had spent the last year trying to hide. Pain shot through me, it was fucking indescribable. She was gone. The only good in my life had moved on without me. She wasn’t just running, I had lost her forever. I would never get to hold her hand, kiss her cheek, or hear her laughter again.
She wanted to get away from me and I couldn’t blame her. I was only a reminder of her past; a sinking anchor, but damn, I would always love her. My heart was ripped from my chest and I was left with nothing but a nagging empty hole.
I took off running. Trying my damnedest to run away from the pain; to run away from Dylan Summers forever.
NEVER THE END
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