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"What about us?," she asked against the pouring rain.
"Oil and water wasn't meant to be..." I pulled the hood over my soaked hair and left her standing there.
I never once looked back.
Turning the corner and back to the familiarity that was Zaun, my home, where I belonged, I dropped to my knees in an alleyway. I didn't care about the coldness seeping into the knees of my thin pants, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered without her.
There was no reason for me to keep fighting, thinking that we could change the world. For just a fleeting moment, she made me forget reality. She made me forget there was Topside and Bottom.
I couldn't hold the emotions in any longer. My body pitched forward on my hands and I vomited onto the cold concrete. I threw up everything until there was nothing left but dry heaves. I shakily pulled myself to my feet, my tears still flowing freely.
I looked down at the dirty bandages wrapped around my hands. I was stupid to think that I could be loved, that it could be different for once.
I was angry...at her, at everything. I screamed, guttural, primal, animalistic. I punched the concrete wall in front of me, ignoring the pain and the blood staining the white bandages. I punched again and again, trying to erase your touch.
Punch...
Trying to forget your beautiful blue eyes warming my heart...
Punch...
To forget your melodic voice and your cadence.
Punch...
Oh to forget the what-ifs.
Punch...
Breaking from my overactive imagination....
Punch...
Possible nights of pure passion. I wouldn't allow myself to think about the whispers of adoration in the dark. Your arms around me. Bruised lips and red marks on perfect skin.
I slid against the wall onto the wet concrete, blood seeping through the bandages. I wept, I sobbed, until there was nothing left.
"Why did you make me fall in love you?"
I whispered to no one.
No one but my Loneliness....