The break up short story

I died.
I was standing on the street in a pouring rain. I was watching his back until he was gone. For a few seconds I hoped he would look back. Glance for the last time and see how shattered I was. Nothing like that happened. He was running away from rain. From me.
I died for the second time.
How come a person tells you they love you in the morning but in the afternoon they need to leave? I have an internal bleeding. I feel pain in my chest. My heart broke and it aches so much. Somehow I can breathe. Miracle? No. Just life.
Right now I am standing in the rain feeling too much.
I started to cry over my deaths. Luckily, nobody can see my tears. The weather feels my agony so the sky is crying with me. I am soaking wet. My body is shivering because of the cold. I want to leave this place but I cannot move. I have nowhere to go anyway.
The world is getting more blurry. Memories are passing by in my head faster and faster. I wish he could come and save me. I want to grab my phone and call but I have no-one left. I feel lonely. I am starting to realize my life is over. My knees bend and I am falling on the ground. I am choking with my own tears. I can hardly breathe. I am empty. I don’t feel a thing anymore.

I am dead.

Leave a Comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.