Jellybean_jumper
"Now I know why you were so much in a hurry to leave me" my voice shaking from continuous crying as I said those words he looked at me like I ruined his whole world.He turned, his back facing me told me everything I needed to know. He didn't say a word.
That silence... it was louder than anything he could've shouted at me.
My chest tightened as I waited-hoping, praying he'd turn around, deny it, say I was wrong. Say something that would fix the way my world was cracking apart right in front of me.
But he didn't.
His shoulders tensed, like he was carrying something too heavy to face. And in that moment, I understood-this wasn't sudden. This wasn't confusion.This was a choice.
A slow, painful breath left my lips. "How long?" I asked, my voice barely holding together. "How long were you planning to walk away without telling me?"
His fingers curled into fists at his sides.
Still nothing.
A bitter laugh escaped me, breaking into a sob halfway through. "Was I just... what? A stop on the way to something better?"
That made him move.
Not toward me-never toward me-but just enough to tilt his head down, like the weight of my words finally reached him.
"I didn't want to hurt you," he said quietly.
The irony hit like a slap.
Tears blurred my vision as I stepped back, shaking my head. "You don't get to say that," I whispered. "You don't get to act like this was kindness".Now he turned.
And God, I almost wished he hadn't.
Because the look on his face-it wasn't anger. It wasn't even guilt.
It was regret.
The kind that comes too late.
"I stayed longer than I should have," he admitted, his voice breaking just slightly. "Because I didn't know how to leave you."
That was it.
That was the moment something inside me finally gave up.
I nodded slowly, wiping my tears with trembling hands. "And I stayed," I said, my voice steadier now, "because I didn't know you already had."
Silence fell again-but this time, it didn't feel heavy.It felt empty.
And somehow... that hurt even more.