Gone: A Short Story of Broken Hearts

A story of love and loss. If you had a do-over of your life with someone, what would you change?
"Would you please stop invading my dreams now?" He asked her sullenly.

"I can’t do that. Not yet," she answered with a sad smile. She sat next to him on his bed, toying with the ends of the blanket.

He held her face with both his hands before planting a kiss on her lips. "And why not?" He demanded of her.

She looked at him with those sad eyes again. She didn’t answer back. Sometimes it was difficult for him to understand her.

"I’m leaving today," he declared.

"That’s good," she answered with a small smile.

"It can’t be like the other days. I have work to do. I need to get out of this house." He began removing his t-shirt and pajamas, leaving only his boxers.

"I know," she said in a small voice.

He hurriedly reached the bathroom and began brushing his teeth while trying to talk to her.

"I’m going to be gone the whole day. I’ve got a ton of paperwork to finish on my desk. Ben will probably make me work ‘till after office hours…" he got in the shower with the water blasting.

"Are you going anywhere today?" He shouted amidst the sound of water.

"I don’t know," she answered from inside the room.

"If you plan going out, can you buy me a new razor? I like the other one you bought last time." He said before turning the knob and reaching for his towel.

No answer could be heard from the other side of the door. He chuckled at that. She always hated grocery shopping.

"Fine, I’ll buy it myself!" He said while putting on his trousers.

He got out of the bathroom while drying his hair with the towel.

He saw her sitting on the bed, staring quietly at nothing.

She’d become... this way for a while now. A sad, quiet version of the woman he once knew.

He sat next to her wondering what she was thinking, knowing that he was losing her as each day came.

"Are you alright?" He asked worriedly holding both her hands in between his.

She ignored him and stared at the exact spot that she was looking at for some time now.

"What is going on? Why are you shutting me out?" He cried out, trying to get inside her head.

"We can’t keep doing this, you know." She answered despondently.

"Doing what?" He responded, exasperated with the little riddles she always managed to say.

"Living this way, pretending that nothing is wrong," she told him.

He got up and walked away, knowing full well that this conversation was slowly turning for the worse.

"Stop it. We are not going to argue about this again. I need to go. I can’t do this right now," he began placing his things inside his bag.

She got up and started moving towards him.

"Wayne, Wayne, look at me." She stopped him with her words.

He refused to listen to her. His head bowed down, his hands managing to crease a few papers on the table.

"Wake up, Wayne." She said with a small voice.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"I need you to wake up now, Wayne. It’s time." She told him despondently.

"I don’t want to," he answered, tears blurring his vision.

"It’s time now. I can’t stay for long," she said before he managed to run towards her and hug her fiercely.

"Please don’t leave me. I need this. I need you." He wanted to show her at that moment how much she meant to him. He wanted her to feel all the things that he kept from her before.

"I’m sorry, Wayne." She said. He could feel her leaving. He knew that when he opened his eyes, she would be gone.

"Will I ever see you again?" He asked.

"I’ll be here…" her voice said from afar. He knew she was no longer there with him.

He opened his eyes and he was still lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

She visited him sometimes, in his dreams. He knew she would be lost forever. The hardest part was always waking up, knowing that in this world she would not be a part of it.

He lay there, crying as he clutched the dress she used to wear, smelling the pillows that still held the aroma of her hair, feeling the large bed that used to be theirs.

In his dreams, he told her how much he loved her. He told her about the future he wanted with her. They would talk about children and moving out the city. He never forgot to kiss her and tell her how important she was to him.

All the things he wanted to do when she was still truly here. He regretted it all, but this was the only way they could be together.

The sunlight seeped in the small dent from the window. It was daylight and he would be forced to live the reality that she was gone.


Dear Readers,

I've recently got into the habit of listening to sad love songs before sleeping and I've woken up with the strangest dreams. This is perhaps a story that would best describe one of them.

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Published: 6/20/2014
Bouquets and Brickbats