Endless Bonds {BTY #2} ✔

EB 47: Where He Loses His Sanctuary

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Chapter Posted - May 30, 2020

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T R E N T

:: Chapter (47) :: Where he loses his sanctuary

My initial shock takes too long to recover.

Cher is already gone.

Somewhere between her parting words and the last two seconds, I find myself stumbling back against my door

Trent, I'm leaving.

She left me... That's it.

I struggle with my next breath. The next few breaths. How did the situation get so out of hand?

All I remember is breaking the news of my upcoming dismissal from the football team to Jared and Oli yesterday, and everything after that was an alcohol induced blur until this afternoon, when Rose knocked on my door. I was hit with yet another thing – person – in my life that I'd lost.

But I didn't feel anything substantial.

All I felt was disappointment seeing that it was her.

Because she wasn't the girl I wanted to see. She wasn't the girl I love – the one who had been ignoring my calls and texts messages for days.

The one who just told me she's leaving me.

A flurry of emotions is rushing through me like a tidal wave and it wrecks everything standing still, including the last two pillars, causing my legs to buckle and drop to the ground. I fall down until my ass hits the carpeted ground. I feel unstable, unhinged and my mind stuck on an endless loop of Cher's words.

I'm leaving. I'm leaving. I'm leaving.

I know I didn't handle our exchange properly. I don't resent her – I could never when I feel so ripped at the edges for her. I'd rather hurt myself than ever cause her pain. But I have. Today, I fucking have.

But I let her believe otherwise when I couldn't put a lid on my anger – the anger I mostly feel for myself because I got myself into this mess. The other smaller chunk of anger I felt is because Cher slipped, and allowed the one thing that would jeopardize my future into the hands of the one fucker who would never hesitate to jeopardize it.

My mind is still reeling, and I no longer know what to make of the situation. Tension rolls in my shoulders and I grit my teeth, feeling another push of helplessness drenching me.

Instead of telling her the truth about my feelings, ironically, I let the situation blow in our face until she was forced to hit me with parting shots – words that still made my heart ache.

I'm leaving. I'm leaving. I'm leaving.

The feeling of wretchedness lingers when I ponder over the last moment. I loved you. The way I loved you then, doesn't even compare to how I love you now.