He’s the trust I thought I’d never find again.
He’s the fire that keeps my soul burning.
And he just walked out the door.
What am I supposed to do? My love for him is so different than what I felt for Brian.
Gabriel earned it.
He did everything right and showed me what true love looks like. He helped me open up and live my life again. The past month has been an unbelievable whirlwind. Whether the journey had been fast or slow, the result would’ve been the same.
I’m Gabriel’s girl.
His good girl.
He’s ruined me for anyone else and now that he’s gone, I want to hate him.
This is misery.
Instead of talking to me, he left. He fucking left me on the floor, holding love for a man who’s no longer mine.
Anxiety grips me with a firm hold and my chest heaves with choppy breaths. The ground shakes beneath me like an aftershock from anearthquake.
But it’s not.
The ground is cold and still like Gabriel’s eyes when he broke my heart. The tremors are my body refusing to release the pain. If I keep it inside, it isn’t real.
This is all a dream.
It didn’t really happen.
He’s gone.
My head falls into my hands, and I finally unleash the tears I refused to let him see.
Opening my eyes, they’re stiff and swollen and I’m quickly reminded of last night.
Gabriel ended things between us, and I’m left with more questions than answers.
Bastard.
I cried until I passed out on the floor. Waking up a little while later, I dragged myself onto the couch, crying some more. Every moment I’d spent with him played through my mind and it hurt like hell. He treated me like a queen, only to sucker punch me when I least expected it.
Fucking asshole.
Groaning with an emotional hangover, I lift myself off the couch and walk into the kitchen. The plates are still on the table, the pots filled with food are still on the stove, and a warm bottle of wine sits on the counter.
A lovely dinner for a breakup.
Eyeing the bottle of wine, it seems like a goodchoice for breakfast.
Hell, why not?
Reaching for a coffee cup from the cabinet, I fill it to the brim. Gulping it down, I sit the empty mug on the counter. I’ve never been much of a drinker, but this seems like a fine occasion to start.
Glancing around the room, my despair turns into anger.
He fucking lied to me.
